"I ca-nnot!" he said with another grin "I am Cur-sed to be like this!"
"OK, first lesson, don't smile when you say something like that. Also, I know a powerful cleric who just so happens to be my fiancee. He could probably un-curse you."
"OH! Tha-t would no-t worrk!" he said with another grin
"...Again, don't grin. Second lesson, don't fracture your words. And why not?"
"I can-not help my speeeeeeech!" he said "It- is how i am"
"We can change how we are. It's what makes us alive."
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cannot!"
"Yes. You can if you want to."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i caaaaan't" its neck snaps to the side as a single red eye opens up.
Caelum pokes it in the iris.
As if the eye saw her finger coming towards it, a mouth took its place and clamped down on her hand (Make STR Save)
11
It has trapped her hand within its mouth
She sighs, then pulls her hand free. Str: 16
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*Is Caelum open? I wanted to do some more RP with her as Lysander before Lysander dies*
*Yup. She's talking to the coin, but TIME-WARP! ;D*
Caelum walks up to Lysander. "Hey there. You're not gonna die before the wedding, right?"
*Thanks*
"No... At least I don't think so. I came in on friday, so I will probably die then... It will be weird to reincarnate again. Just hope I don't turn out to be a jerk." They admit. "I will try to make it if I can."
"Good, you seem like a good person."
"I seem, I seem..." They mutter to themselves. "Anyway, who will be minstering the wedding? A priest of Bahumat?"
"Well, in my world, Bahamut is dead... I just realized how awkward this is. My fiancee is a cleric of Bahamut, but Bahamut is dead..."
(Not Bahamut, dear. Vatdarr, but I am a follower of the very-much alive Bahamut in my world.)
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"I ca-nnot!" he said with another grin "I am Cur-sed to be like this!"
"OK, first lesson, don't smile when you say something like that. Also, I know a powerful cleric who just so happens to be my fiancee. He could probably un-curse you."
"OH! Tha-t would no-t worrk!" he said with another grin
"...Again, don't grin. Second lesson, don't fracture your words. And why not?"
"I can-not help my speeeeeeech!" he said "It- is how i am"
"We can change how we are. It's what makes us alive."
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cannot!"
"Yes. You can if you want to."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i caaaaan't" its neck snaps to the side as a single red eye opens up.
Caelum pokes it in the iris.
As if the eye saw her finger coming towards it, a mouth took its place and clamped down on her hand (Make STR Save)
11
It has trapped her hand within its mouth
She sighs, then pulls her hand free. Str: 19
Her hand slides free, covered in thick muscus
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Is Caelum open? I wanted to do some more RP with her as Lysander before Lysander dies*
*Yup. She's talking to the coin, but TIME-WARP! ;D*
Caelum walks up to Lysander. "Hey there. You're not gonna die before the wedding, right?"
*Thanks*
"No... At least I don't think so. I came in on friday, so I will probably die then... It will be weird to reincarnate again. Just hope I don't turn out to be a jerk." They admit. "I will try to make it if I can."
"Good, you seem like a good person."
"I seem, I seem..." They mutter to themselves. "Anyway, who will be minstering the wedding? A priest of Bahumat?"
"Well, in my world, Bahamut is dead... I just realized how awkward this is. My fiancee is a cleric of Bahamut, but Bahamut is dead..."
(Not Bahamut, dear. Vatdarr, but I am a follower of the very-much alive Bahamut in my world.)
"Follower is what I meant. And Bahamut is dead - possibly also a murderer - in my world.
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"I ca-nnot!" he said with another grin "I am Cur-sed to be like this!"
"OK, first lesson, don't smile when you say something like that. Also, I know a powerful cleric who just so happens to be my fiancee. He could probably un-curse you."
"OH! Tha-t would no-t worrk!" he said with another grin
"...Again, don't grin. Second lesson, don't fracture your words. And why not?"
"I can-not help my speeeeeeech!" he said "It- is how i am"
"We can change how we are. It's what makes us alive."
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cannot!"
"Yes. You can if you want to."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i caaaaan't" its neck snaps to the side as a single red eye opens up.
Caelum pokes it in the iris.
As if the eye saw her finger coming towards it, a mouth took its place and clamped down on her hand (Make STR Save)
11
It has trapped her hand within its mouth
She sighs, then pulls her hand free. Str: 19
Her hand slides free, covered in thick muscus
"Gross. And here I was helping you!" She wipes it on Loak.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
"I ca-nnot!" he said with another grin "I am Cur-sed to be like this!"
"OK, first lesson, don't smile when you say something like that. Also, I know a powerful cleric who just so happens to be my fiancee. He could probably un-curse you."
"OH! Tha-t would no-t worrk!" he said with another grin
"...Again, don't grin. Second lesson, don't fracture your words. And why not?"
"I can-not help my speeeeeeech!" he said "It- is how i am"
"We can change how we are. It's what makes us alive."
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cannot!"
"Yes. You can if you want to."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i caaaaan't" its neck snaps to the side as a single red eye opens up.
Caelum pokes it in the iris.
As if the eye saw her finger coming towards it, a mouth took its place and clamped down on her hand (Make STR Save)
11
It has trapped her hand within its mouth
She sighs, then pulls her hand free. Str: 19
Her hand slides free, covered in thick muscus
"Gross. And here I was helping you!" She wipes it on Loak.
her hand goes through his form as he chuckles "You have be-en deemed as threat! you addition to the universe will bed added!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Inspiration has decided to randomly punch me in the face, so here, have another of 0verkill's characters.*
A few yards into the forest, a few columns of smoke can be seen rising above the treeline.
*Rāxern would add to the smoke if he wasn't almost dead.*
*When you make a character that requires investigation to be properly introduced.*
*sorry!* Brishka walks out there, as he saw the smoke from the roof.
*Ha, it's fine, I literally just made this character, so they probably won't be very good.*
It's definitely smoke, it seems to be a few feet away from the void wall.
A the air around them seems to get a little colder as they make it quickly for there.
When they arrive at the scene, it seems to be a carriage and a few small wagons burning. Nearby, a figure that seems to have a beak is sitting on a log, watching everything burn.
*Look at profile pic.*
They reach their hand into the right side of their coat, mutter something in giant, & snap their fingers, casting Sleet Storm directly onto the wagons "What's this about?"
The figure looked over and tilted their head. "My caravan... gone." The voice seemed feminine and spoke with a really heavy accent.
*Imagine Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch from Civil War type accent.*
*do you know the country's accent I don't know those & haven't seen civil war. also you know about Brishka right?* "Could you explain?"
*It's a fictional country, I think. Just imagine a thick russian with a bit of middle east in it. And no, I don't.*
"We... ambushed, them boom, now here. Only me alive."
"Ambushed who?" They have a quite similar accent, but its solely Russian, & they talk with a low-ish voice. *intro*
A figure is by the void wall, 7'5" & dark clothing, if one were to inspect them or take a closer look, It is a goliath wearing Navy Blue formal wear, specifically a coat with three silver threads that clip to the other side, underneath a shirt that looks that one of a general, with simple dress trousers of the same blue, & thick army boots, all with sliver accents & look of quite the price. Them themselves have a steel like stone coloured skin, dark brown eyes and semi-chiseled features. It doesn't take to much to guess that they are of high status, from posture to look. They place down a backpack, brown but excellently made, & they stand there, looking around.
"Us. We ambushed. Sorry, not used to Common." She stood up and brushed herself off, cupping something on the side of abdomen. She did a small curtsy. "I'm Marilyn Kromer. Your name?"
They salute "General Brishka Marknuem, Head Of The Millatary Of FernsWood, & Right Hand Of King Sirithal. T'is fine I'm not the best at common either, and I'm sorry for your loss, come, there is a tavern near here." They dispell Sleet Storm with a wave of their hand.
*Is Caelum open? I wanted to do some more RP with her as Lysander before Lysander dies*
*Yup. She's talking to the coin, but TIME-WARP! ;D*
Caelum walks up to Lysander. "Hey there. You're not gonna die before the wedding, right?"
*Thanks*
"No... At least I don't think so. I came in on friday, so I will probably die then... It will be weird to reincarnate again. Just hope I don't turn out to be a jerk." They admit. "I will try to make it if I can."
"Good, you seem like a good person."
"I seem, I seem..." They mutter to themselves. "Anyway, who will be minstering the wedding? A priest of Bahumat?"
"Well, in my world, Bahamut is dead... I just realized how awkward this is. My fiancee is a cleric of Bahamut, but Bahamut is dead..."
"I see nothing wrong with that. It just so happens in your world Bahamut doesn't have enough followers to live. You meet such people in the afterlife, although thats not the strangest thing about it... Mmm... I wonder if I will have a funeral before I return." He mutters aloud
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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.
She smiles and scoots over, laying her head down in his lap as all the dogs crowd around them, in little furry balls, napping.
*This is confusing and adorable*
Hunter has his odd smile on his face, using his other hand to pet some dogs
She smiles back and reaches up, running her fingertips over his face "i didn't know you could smile"
His face is warm, though it is likely from the sun, "I have been upgraded and modified before. Emotions aren't something i understand or have, but there are moments where smiling is needed or prefered."
She chuckles "i forget how different me and you can be" she said and folded her hands on her stomach, watching him.
The warm weather was perfect at the moment, the blooming yellow flowers around them gave off beautfuil fragrant scents that, occasionally, one of the puppers sneezed at. The wind blew gently, rustling the grass and leaves in tiny ways.
"You are an odd being. I have not learned about organic nature beyond what is needed to end a target." he pokes her on the nose, "It is an interesting experience." He says, watching the world around them, as if seeing it for the first time
She smiles, watching him observe the world around him. "What does the world look like through your eyes?"
"It is more technical. My system constantly scans things, allowing a greater intake of information."
"Well, what do you see as of this moment?" she asked
"You. The dogs. Flowers. Grass. The wind."
"mn, so the basic things then" she said and raised her hands to the sky, as if she was reaching for the sun
"The sky is grey...."
"You see a grey sky?" she asked, raising an eyebrow "i see a blue one"
'I am unable to perceive most color due to the limits in my optic sensors capabilities." He says, tapping one of his eyes
"can you fix it?" she asked, sounding worried.
"It is not broken. just limited. I woud need to replace my eyes for that."
*who is in the main room?*
Lysander is writing
Yacatl is painting
Yossele/Meroving is reading
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Kai is mixing a powder
Nia is strumming her guitar on stage
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
She sighs, then pulls her hand free. Str: 16
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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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.
(Not Bahamut, dear. Vatdarr, but I am a follower of the very-much alive Bahamut in my world.)
“Do you want your memories back?”
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Her hand slides free, covered in thick muscus
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yacatl waves. "What is that?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Alexander is talking to some coin person thing.
Valian is talking with Atemos.
*& my third slot has a character outside using it.*
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. Maybe."
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.
"And what is it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Follower is what I meant. And Bahamut is dead - possibly also a murderer - in my world.
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.
Stroth comes running from the forest "BLOODY HELLS!!!" he curses to him and kicks open the tavern door.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Gross. And here I was helping you!" She wipes it on Loak.
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.
her hand goes through his form as he chuckles "You have be-en deemed as threat! you addition to the universe will bed added!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They salute "General Brishka Marknuem, Head Of The Millatary Of FernsWood, & Right Hand Of King Sirithal. T'is fine I'm not the best at common either, and I'm sorry for your loss, come, there is a tavern near here." They dispell Sleet Storm with a wave of their hand.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You can call me Barachiel. Is there anything I can help you with?"
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.
"It is not broken. just limited. I woud need to replace my eyes for that."
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
"Mmm... Maybe. Want to help me kill a traitor?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander turns. "What is it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now