"Then follow." They walk to the tavern, making sure the new person is still near.
She follows steadily, breathing a bit heavily.
"What wounds do you have?"
"I just cut in my side, broken rib, and few sprained fingers. Take maybe two days to heal with no magic.*
"do you value your clothing or are you trying to preserve it, I can rip it & make a temporary bandage if you allow me."
"I have bandages in pack."
"Then why haven't you used them? do so know to prevent infection."
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The sun, framed above the distant mountains, beams down on the Tavern. All is still. Then-
A crash. The air, the fabric of reality, rent open and closed again in a split second, barely enough time for a humanoid to fall through the portal.
Barely enough.
A thud echos across the landscape as a person falls to the ground, landing on iron-booted feet that sink deep into the mud and soft earth.
The figure looks up, revolvers at her waist, shotgun slung across her shoulder, blood splattered on her face and clothes...
And smiles.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
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Soldaer is sitting at I've of the tables nearer to the front, relaxed and listening to Nia while he sips on a glass of some strange red (think cherry syrup red) liquor.
Nia, as part of her little performance, serenades soldaer
Soldaer chuckles slightly, blushing a little. (You realize that it's usually supposed to be the other way around, Nia? The guy is supposed to be serenading the girl...?) He says with a laugh.
We both know you can't hold a tune as good as me, She replys in a teasing tone as she continues to play
(Then you can teach me sometime, but not here.) He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and an equally teasing tone.
I'l consider revealing my secrets
(Playing hard to get and little miss secretive, aren't we now?) Soldaer says teasingly. (That's fine, I can wait.)
What can i say, i was never able to make things easy for ya
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
Pffft, shut. I can't blush during performances
(Oh, sure you can...) He says teasingly. (There's so many things I love about you Nia...) A definitely teasing grin spreads across his face, and his eyes start sparkling mischievously.
,.....Keep going, She says, blushing a little but continueing to play
"Then follow." They walk to the tavern, making sure the new person is still near.
She follows steadily, breathing a bit heavily.
"What wounds do you have?"
"I just cut in my side, broken rib, and few sprained fingers. Take maybe two days to heal with no magic.*
"do you value your clothing or are you trying to preserve it, I can rip it & make a temporary bandage if you allow me."
"I have bandages in pack."
"Then why haven't you used them? do so know to prevent infection."
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
"Would you care to tell your story or is it to much?"
The sun, framed above the distant mountains, beams down on the Tavern. All is still. Then-
A crash. The air, the fabric of reality, rent open and closed again in a split second, barely enough time for a humanoid to fall through the portal.
Barely enough.
A thud echos across the landscape as a person falls to the ground, landing on iron-booted feet that sink deep into the mud and soft earth.
The figure looks up, revolvers at her waist, shotgun slung across her shoulder, blood splattered on her face and clothes...
And smiles.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
Soldaer is sitting at I've of the tables nearer to the front, relaxed and listening to Nia while he sips on a glass of some strange red (think cherry syrup red) liquor.
Nia, as part of her little performance, serenades soldaer
Soldaer chuckles slightly, blushing a little. (You realize that it's usually supposed to be the other way around, Nia? The guy is supposed to be serenading the girl...?) He says with a laugh.
We both know you can't hold a tune as good as me, She replys in a teasing tone as she continues to play
(Then you can teach me sometime, but not here.) He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and an equally teasing tone.
I'l consider revealing my secrets
(Playing hard to get and little miss secretive, aren't we now?) Soldaer says teasingly. (That's fine, I can wait.)
What can i say, i was never able to make things easy for ya
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
Pffft, shut. I can't blush during performances
(Oh, sure you can...) He says teasingly. (There's so many things I love about you Nia...) A definitely teasing grin spreads across his face, and his eyes start sparkling mischievously.
,.....Keep going, She says, blushing a little but continueing to play
(Are you sure...? You're already blushing, Nia...) He says teasingly.
The sun, framed above the distant mountains, beams down on the Tavern. All is still. Then-
A crash. The air, the fabric of reality, rent open and closed again in a split second, barely enough time for a humanoid to fall through the portal.
Barely enough.
A thud echos across the landscape as a person falls to the ground, landing on iron-booted feet that sink deep into the mud and soft earth.
The figure looks up, revolvers at her waist, shotgun slung across her shoulder, blood splattered on her face and clothes...
And smiles.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
"Then follow." They walk to the tavern, making sure the new person is still near.
She follows steadily, breathing a bit heavily.
"What wounds do you have?"
"I just cut in my side, broken rib, and few sprained fingers. Take maybe two days to heal with no magic.*
"do you value your clothing or are you trying to preserve it, I can rip it & make a temporary bandage if you allow me."
"I have bandages in pack."
"Then why haven't you used them? do so know to prevent infection."
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
"Would you care to tell your story or is it to much?"
"It's... I can tell. I live with caravan for most of my life, I studied medicine as chosen profession. Earlier, before I in the forest, we ambushed by greedy men, they... kill family for supplies of all type, food to tools. Suddenly, big portal open and caravan rolled through, where men still take things. When they done, only I alive because I play dead, and they try walk back where portal was, but they disappear into veil instead." She finished wrapping herself up, and let her clothes fall back into place. "And rest you know."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The sun, framed above the distant mountains, beams down on the Tavern. All is still. Then-
A crash. The air, the fabric of reality, rent open and closed again in a split second, barely enough time for a humanoid to fall through the portal.
Barely enough.
A thud echos across the landscape as a person falls to the ground, landing on iron-booted feet that sink deep into the mud and soft earth.
The figure looks up, revolvers at her waist, shotgun slung across her shoulder, blood splattered on her face and clothes...
And smiles.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
The sun, framed above the distant mountains, beams down on the Tavern. All is still. Then-
A crash. The air, the fabric of reality, rent open and closed again in a split second, barely enough time for a humanoid to fall through the portal.
Barely enough.
A thud echos across the landscape as a person falls to the ground, landing on iron-booted feet that sink deep into the mud and soft earth.
The figure looks up, revolvers at her waist, shotgun slung across her shoulder, blood splattered on her face and clothes...
And smiles.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
They stop walking, "Hm?"
"Huh? What was that 'hm' about?" She looks at them suspiciously.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Soldaer is sitting at I've of the tables nearer to the front, relaxed and listening to Nia while he sips on a glass of some strange red (think cherry syrup red) liquor.
Nia, as part of her little performance, serenades soldaer
Soldaer chuckles slightly, blushing a little. (You realize that it's usually supposed to be the other way around, Nia? The guy is supposed to be serenading the girl...?) He says with a laugh.
We both know you can't hold a tune as good as me, She replys in a teasing tone as she continues to play
(Then you can teach me sometime, but not here.) He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and an equally teasing tone.
I'l consider revealing my secrets
(Playing hard to get and little miss secretive, aren't we now?) Soldaer says teasingly. (That's fine, I can wait.)
What can i say, i was never able to make things easy for ya
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
Pffft, shut. I can't blush during performances
(Oh, sure you can...) He says teasingly. (There's so many things I love about you Nia...) A definitely teasing grin spreads across his face, and his eyes start sparkling mischievously.
,.....Keep going, She says, blushing a little but continueing to play
(Are you sure...? You're already blushing, Nia...) He says teasingly.
"Then follow." They walk to the tavern, making sure the new person is still near.
She follows steadily, breathing a bit heavily.
"What wounds do you have?"
"I just cut in my side, broken rib, and few sprained fingers. Take maybe two days to heal with no magic.*
"do you value your clothing or are you trying to preserve it, I can rip it & make a temporary bandage if you allow me."
"I have bandages in pack."
"Then why haven't you used them? do so know to prevent infection."
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
"Would you care to tell your story or is it to much?"
"It's... I can tell. I live with caravan for most of my life, I studied medicine as chosen profession. Earlier, before I in the forest, we ambushed by greedy men, they... kill family for supplies of all type, food to tools. Suddenly, big portal open and caravan rolled through, where men still take things. When they done, only I alive because I play dead, and they try walk back where portal was, but they disappear into veil instead." She finished wrapping herself up, and let her clothes fall back into place. "And rest you know."
"Criminals," They scoff, "Once again I apologise for your loss, but here, I hope this will do for you to survive." They put 5 gp on the table near the couch.
"Then follow." They walk to the tavern, making sure the new person is still near.
She follows steadily, breathing a bit heavily.
"What wounds do you have?"
"I just cut in my side, broken rib, and few sprained fingers. Take maybe two days to heal with no magic.*
"do you value your clothing or are you trying to preserve it, I can rip it & make a temporary bandage if you allow me."
"I have bandages in pack."
"Then why haven't you used them? do so know to prevent infection."
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
"Would you care to tell your story or is it to much?"
"It's... I can tell. I live with caravan for most of my life, I studied medicine as chosen profession. Earlier, before I in the forest, we ambushed by greedy men, they... kill family for supplies of all type, food to tools. Suddenly, big portal open and caravan rolled through, where men still take things. When they done, only I alive because I play dead, and they try walk back where portal was, but they disappear into veil instead." She finished wrapping herself up, and let her clothes fall back into place. "And rest you know."
"Criminals," They scoff, "Once again I apologise for your loss, but here, I hope this will do for you to survive." They put 5 gp on the table near the couch.
She nodded thankfully again, accepting the coins."Thank you, I owe you."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*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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She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
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.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
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.
,.....Keep going, She says, blushing a little but continueing to play
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
"Would you care to tell your story or is it to much?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hmph, wasnt suppose to hurt"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
(Are you sure...? You're already blushing, Nia...) He says teasingly.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
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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.
"It's... I can tell. I live with caravan for most of my life, I studied medicine as chosen profession. Earlier, before I in the forest, we ambushed by greedy men, they... kill family for supplies of all type, food to tools. Suddenly, big portal open and caravan rolled through, where men still take things. When they done, only I alive because I play dead, and they try walk back where portal was, but they disappear into veil instead." She finished wrapping herself up, and let her clothes fall back into place. "And rest you know."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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They stop walking, "Hm?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Huh? What was that 'hm' about?" She looks at them suspiciously.
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.
"You are odd sometimes."
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
*Hello. Who is open to RP?*
Lysander is worrying and writing
Alecto is watching and waiting
Meroving is whistling and waffling
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Either continue or don't.
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
Caelum is flying.
Tasa Renondel is under scrutiny.
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.
"Criminals," They scoff, "Once again I apologise for your loss, but here, I hope this will do for you to survive." They put 5 gp on the table near the couch.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I've got to go in like 6 minutes, but I'll see if I can squeak some rp out with ya.*
Ettor is drinking some coffee.
Marilyn has finished bandaging herself.
-forgot who I had as third-
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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.
She nodded thankfully again, accepting the coins."Thank you, I owe you."
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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.
"I know" she purrs and sits up "Ok, we've been outside for awhile, im surprised you haven't been overheated"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now