*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
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*I kinda wanna be on & off at the same time, so I'll compromise. only one character open, if no rp or when I'm done with him, then I'll be off.*
Valian is just having a baguette after failing to work his magic *literally*
My new elf settles onto a stool next to him. *I assume Valian is at the bar, also, desc.?*
*yeah, head & arms on the the bar itself, chomping at a baguette*
"Hi." he let's out, clearly tired.
*description*
He looks like a 5'4" 19 year old human with blonde hair, a dirt stained roman toga, matte gold bangle & headband, with pitch black feathered wings sprouting from his back, and fiery infernal glyphs on his arms. He also seems to Always have bags under his eyes.
*You did see my intro for this characer, yeah?*
He looked over and smiled. "Oh, hello there. You seem to have had a rough go about. Want to talk about it?" He got some sort of margarita and sipped on it.
*yeah, sparkly.*
"You know how to deal with magic you get from a devil,
when you sell your soul to them." He says this moving an arm to show some glyphs, he hasn't even looked at him directly yet.
Some pixies land on his arm and look over the glyphs. He chuckled smoothly, running some fingers over the glyphs, moving the pixies and feeling for himself. "Oh, really? How do you deal with it?"
he let's out a quite quiet "ffshsfshsfshshhf" as his arm is traced.
He smiled, lifting his fingers off. "You okay?"
"I don't know what that was, that's a new physical sensation. moving on point is I feel something reminiscent of magic in me but I can't seem to do anything with it, the devil said the magic is 'not innate' " He says, but its clear he's still trying to figure out what he felt.
He chuckled again, entertained by the confusion. "Oh, you poor thing. If it's not innate, that means you won't be able to do it right off the bat. Try starting from the bottom, practicing how to do simple spells and stuff, then work your way up." The pixies fly around his wings, messing with the feathers.
He curls his wings in more, takes a bite of his baguette, "I don't even know spells that aren't divine ones."
Azazel trys to just focus on his work, his face red and warm from the blood in it at the moment
"Nice, lets go" Vega heads off
*BRB helping a friend of mine (who also my DM) make a video for his twitch or something about DBD huntress. Tis payful to know DBD lore*
Adder chuckles and leans over, kissing him.
Oval follows but to vega it looks like the rob bobbing up and down in midair. *I keep making magical weapons for the aquirns, someone help me*
*True*
Azazel is caught off guard, then pulls away after a few moments, "You'll o-open the stitches"
Vega smiles at the sight
Ovbil growls. "YOU CAN'T STOP ME! I AM A BEING OF PURE ENERGY WITH NO WEAKNESS!!!"
"Besides the fact you're in a 5 year olds body. You couldn't over power me if i let you."
"Overpower THIS!!" Bill channels his massive strength into Oval's body and attempts to break free.
23
*Please roll with disadvantage :)*
23
*Well ok then:*
Counter:30
''Shoot" Ovbil mutters. "Why didn't I take your body?? Stupid, stupid... NO!! This ain't gonna go like Pine Tree!!" They radiate nightmares, and Vega is surrounded by his worst fears.
*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
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Azazel trys to just focus on his work, his face red and warm from the blood in it at the moment
"Nice, lets go" Vega heads off
*BRB helping a friend of mine (who also my DM) make a video for his twitch or something about DBD huntress. Tis payful to know DBD lore*
Adder chuckles and leans over, kissing him.
Oval follows but to vega it looks like the rob bobbing up and down in midair. *I keep making magical weapons for the aquirns, someone help me*
*True*
Azazel is caught off guard, then pulls away after a few moments, "You'll o-open the stitches"
Vega smiles at the sight
Ovbil growls. "YOU CAN'T STOP ME! I AM A BEING OF PURE ENERGY WITH NO WEAKNESS!!!"
"Besides the fact you're in a 5 year olds body. You couldn't over power me if i let you."
"Overpower THIS!!" Bill channels his massive strength into Oval's body and attempts to break free.
23
*Please roll with disadvantage :)*
23
*Well ok then:*
Counter:30
''Shoot" Ovbil mutters. "Why didn't I take your body?? Stupid, stupid... NO!! This ain't gonna go like Pine Tree!!" They radiate nightmares, and Vega is surrounded by his worst fears.
Intimidation: 32
From Xrorhran: You can take mine, you know....
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*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
"No. Are any of us? The gods control our fates. We don't need to be sane. But you really can't see yourself? I was hoping someone here could help..."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*I kinda wanna be on & off at the same time, so I'll compromise. only one character open, if no rp or when I'm done with him, then I'll be off.*
Valian is just having a baguette after failing to work his magic *literally*
My new elf settles onto a stool next to him. *I assume Valian is at the bar, also, desc.?*
*yeah, head & arms on the the bar itself, chomping at a baguette*
"Hi." he let's out, clearly tired.
*description*
He looks like a 5'4" 19 year old human with blonde hair, a dirt stained roman toga, matte gold bangle & headband, with pitch black feathered wings sprouting from his back, and fiery infernal glyphs on his arms. He also seems to Always have bags under his eyes.
*You did see my intro for this characer, yeah?*
He looked over and smiled. "Oh, hello there. You seem to have had a rough go about. Want to talk about it?" He got some sort of margarita and sipped on it.
*yeah, sparkly.*
"You know how to deal with magic you get from a devil,
when you sell your soul to them." He says this moving an arm to show some glyphs, he hasn't even looked at him directly yet.
Some pixies land on his arm and look over the glyphs. He chuckled smoothly, running some fingers over the glyphs, moving the pixies and feeling for himself. "Oh, really? How do you deal with it?"
he let's out a quite quiet "ffshsfshsfshshhf" as his arm is traced.
He smiled, lifting his fingers off. "You okay?"
"I don't know what that was, that's a new physical sensation. moving on point is I feel something reminiscent of magic in me but I can't seem to do anything with it, the devil said the magic is 'not innate' " He says, but its clear he's still trying to figure out what he felt.
He chuckled again, entertained by the confusion. "Oh, you poor thing. If it's not innate, that means you won't be able to do it right off the bat. Try starting from the bottom, practicing how to do simple spells and stuff, then work your way up." The pixies fly around his wings, messing with the feathers.
He curls his wings in more, takes a bite of his baguette, "I don't even know spells that aren't divine ones."
"Let's start simple, then." He held up a hand, and four torch-sized orbs of light float up, one blue, one purple, one pink, and one green. "A little something called Dancing Lights." He smiled and made the lights float around above their heads, the pixies also played around the lights.
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*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
"No. Are any of us? The gods control our fates. We don't need to be sane. But you really can't see yourself? I was hoping someone here could help..."
"..." He stares for a bit longer. "Do you need mental help?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
"No. Are any of us? The gods control our fates. We don't need to be sane. But you really can't see yourself? I was hoping someone here could help..."
"..." He stares for a bit longer. "Do you need mental help?"
"No. I lived in a temple for awhile. I'm fine."
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Azazel trys to just focus on his work, his face red and warm from the blood in it at the moment
"Nice, lets go" Vega heads off
*BRB helping a friend of mine (who also my DM) make a video for his twitch or something about DBD huntress. Tis payful to know DBD lore*
Adder chuckles and leans over, kissing him.
Oval follows but to vega it looks like the rob bobbing up and down in midair. *I keep making magical weapons for the aquirns, someone help me*
*True*
Azazel is caught off guard, then pulls away after a few moments, "You'll o-open the stitches"
Vega smiles at the sight
Ovbil growls. "YOU CAN'T STOP ME! I AM A BEING OF PURE ENERGY WITH NO WEAKNESS!!!"
"Besides the fact you're in a 5 year olds body. You couldn't over power me if i let you."
"Overpower THIS!!" Bill channels his massive strength into Oval's body and attempts to break free.
23
*Please roll with disadvantage :)*
23
*Well ok then:*
Counter:30
''Shoot" Ovbil mutters. "Why didn't I take your body?? Stupid, stupid... NO!! This ain't gonna go like Pine Tree!!" They radiate nightmares, and Vega is surrounded by his worst fears.
Intimidation: 32
"Holy, is that my sleep paralysis demon from when i was seven? YOu seriously couldn't do better?" He calls out to the thing, "Kevin! Hows the wife and kids!"
*Ahah, new person time, it's been a while since I intro'd someone absolutely new.*
A 5'9 elf man walks in, *agh, not doing feature description, just look at my pfp for now. Skinny and fit for the body.* He wears slightly loose fitting comfortable clothing, grey pants cut off at the ankles, a deep red crop-top esque tunic, and comfortable brown boots that goes up to the knees. Around him are a bunch of tiny lights, and upon closer inspection they seem to be pixies of all different types. He has a quiver of bolts strapped to his thigh, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder.
The new drow shyly lifts a hand up to wave.
He smiles at the drow and waves as well.
Hi.
He walks over and does a little bow. "Hey there."
"Hi."
*Won't be on, btw.*
He chuckled smoothly. "A nervous one, are we?"
*See ya!*
*Already responded, but I'll do so again.*
"No, just not much to say..."
*Oh, I must've missed it.*
"Oh, that's alright, not many are suited for interaction."
"I'm just splitting my consciousness already, you know? I'm simultaneously talking to Oval in another plane, and Bill Cipher. It's interesting..."
He smiles and takes a deep breath. "You what?" The pixies all seemed a bit confused, too, having stopped flitting around to look at the drow in slight confusion.
"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
"No. Are any of us? The gods control our fates. We don't need to be sane. But you really can't see yourself? I was hoping someone here could help..."
"..." He stares for a bit longer. "Do you need mental help?"
"No. I lived in a temple for awhile. I'm fine."
"What type of temple?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I kinda wanna be on & off at the same time, so I'll compromise. only one character open, if no rp or when I'm done with him, then I'll be off.*
Valian is just having a baguette after failing to work his magic *literally*
My new elf settles onto a stool next to him. *I assume Valian is at the bar, also, desc.?*
*yeah, head & arms on the the bar itself, chomping at a baguette*
"Hi." he let's out, clearly tired.
*description*
He looks like a 5'4" 19 year old human with blonde hair, a dirt stained roman toga, matte gold bangle & headband, with pitch black feathered wings sprouting from his back, and fiery infernal glyphs on his arms. He also seems to Always have bags under his eyes.
*You did see my intro for this characer, yeah?*
He looked over and smiled. "Oh, hello there. You seem to have had a rough go about. Want to talk about it?" He got some sort of margarita and sipped on it.
*yeah, sparkly.*
"You know how to deal with magic you get from a devil,
when you sell your soul to them." He says this moving an arm to show some glyphs, he hasn't even looked at him directly yet.
Some pixies land on his arm and look over the glyphs. He chuckled smoothly, running some fingers over the glyphs, moving the pixies and feeling for himself. "Oh, really? How do you deal with it?"
he let's out a quite quiet "ffshsfshsfshshhf" as his arm is traced.
He smiled, lifting his fingers off. "You okay?"
"I don't know what that was, that's a new physical sensation. moving on point is I feel something reminiscent of magic in me but I can't seem to do anything with it, the devil said the magic is 'not innate' " He says, but its clear he's still trying to figure out what he felt.
He chuckled again, entertained by the confusion. "Oh, you poor thing. If it's not innate, that means you won't be able to do it right off the bat. Try starting from the bottom, practicing how to do simple spells and stuff, then work your way up." The pixies fly around his wings, messing with the feathers.
He curls his wings in more, takes a bite of his baguette, "I don't even know spells that aren't divine ones."
"Let's start simple, then." He held up a hand, and four torch-sized orbs of light float up, one blue, one purple, one pink, and one green. "A little something called Dancing Lights." He smiled and made the lights float around above their heads, the pixies also played around the lights.
He puts out his hand, and materialises a javelin made of low golden light, awkwardly positioned over the bar and in his hand, he let's go & fades to golden sparkle, then they fade too. "That happens every time I try to channel magic."
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Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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"You're doing it too. Can't you see yourself over there, talking to the guy with those infernal runes? Everyone's doing it."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
He curls his wings in more, takes a bite of his baguette, "I don't even know spells that aren't divine ones."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
''Shoot" Ovbil mutters. "Why didn't I take your body?? Stupid, stupid... NO!! This ain't gonna go like Pine Tree!!" They radiate nightmares, and Vega is surrounded by his worst fears.
Intimidation: 27
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.
He looks at the drow, slightly concerned and confused. "Are you sane?"
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.
From Xrorhran: You can take mine, you know....
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Klei looks like he's being flayed alive from his spot in the kitchen.
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'm just worried about you,"
Vega returns the wave
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
*he can see time warps?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"No. Are any of us? The gods control our fates. We don't need to be sane. But you really can't see yourself? I was hoping someone here could help..."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Yup. Also, they.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*i must bounce for now, ill try to be on tonight*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Let's start simple, then." He held up a hand, and four torch-sized orbs of light float up, one blue, one purple, one pink, and one green. "A little something called Dancing Lights." He smiled and made the lights float around above their heads, the pixies also played around the lights.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"..." He stares for a bit longer. "Do you need mental help?"
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.
"No. I lived in a temple for awhile. I'm fine."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*sorry.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Holy, is that my sleep paralysis demon from when i was seven? YOu seriously couldn't do better?" He calls out to the thing, "Kevin! Hows the wife and kids!"
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
"Oh noooo~" Poppy says dramatically
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
"What type of temple?"
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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.
"Oh, yesss." Ettor says evily.
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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.
He puts out his hand, and materialises a javelin made of low golden light, awkwardly positioned over the bar and in his hand, he let's go & fades to golden sparkle, then they fade too. "That happens every time I try to channel magic."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.