"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
Nerima is sitting on the roof, playing with some bones.
-yet again, insert whoever-
*Morning!*
Once Wolfe finishes her coffee, she gets up and stretches a bit, then tunes her guitar until she's satisfied. She then walks to an area of the tavern that allows her to be seen from anywhere, where she starts performing her brand new song! Song
After she's done, Wolfe sits down at a table and relaxes.
Nerima is still playing with bones.
Arc is floating in front of the void wall, about 50 feet up.
Vencerys watches from the ground.
*Need a description?*
*Also, I need one for Venecerys.*
He seems to be writing something in a book.
*yee*
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"What are you doing?" He has a kinda low voice.
*From his intro, also going ahead and changing pfp to the image that inspired him.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
Arc looks down and floats down to meet him. "I am studying." Arc has a very monotone and emotionless voice, and his facial expression is the same.
"okay then, you know what this is?" He points to the wall.
"I don't 'know', but I have some hypothesis." *Sorry, had to do a small test.*
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"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
"Nice. I don't really do anything that exciting."
"What do you do though?" They stop writing.
"Are you gonna write this down?"
They look up, "yes?"
"Oh gosh. I just travel around, helping people the best I can."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*SOOOOOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOOOOOOORED*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Paris is attempting to pick berries for Eaton.
Flanne is copying his spellbook.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*mm, yeah its slow today.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Most of my characters are available for rp*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I don't 'know', but I have some hypothesis." *Sorry, had to do a small test.*
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.
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Quaelanian is talking to Zemetekile.
Valian is in the library looking for spells he can cast.
Spectacle is practicing tap dancing in their room, her door ajar.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Zemetekile is talking to Quaelanian.
Flanne is copying spells into another book.
Paris is attempting to pick berries for Eaton.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*sure, ill try*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*it's fine* "All I know I my portal was on this wall when I walked through it."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nice. I don't really do anything that exciting."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"What do you do though?" They stop writing.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Are you gonna write this down?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They look up, "yes?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Oh gosh. I just travel around, helping people the best I can."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.