A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*since no one else is interacting & it seems Karavans will take a bit, ill do something*
Arrow flies up & lands in the closest tree, "Wow something happened with this thing."
"Thing?"
She waves over at the portal thing, "This, its been here," She looks to where the sun is, "Say about half an hour? And only now does something happen with it."
"Yeah... I decided I should wait a bit before popping through" He snaps, and the portal disappears
"Okay then, now what the hell are you wearing?" She says noticing their outfit.
"A... Tee and shorts. The usual"
"Well I know what a shirt & shorts are, I wasn't born yesterday, but I meant what's on it." She points to the Tri-Force on it.
"Something from Zelda. I mean... The world of Hyrule"
"Never heard of Hyrule, whatever." She shrugs assuming it's just another land she hasn't heard of, before stretching her wings like she's about to use them.
"Where ya goin?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 Characters (Outdated)
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
She shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
"and thats what the flute is for" she chirped
"Like a bard?"
She nods
"Hm, not the way I expected." She finds a spot to sit nearby.
"I find it the easiest way to learn instead of being cramped in a room with a ton of books"
"Hm, well let class begin!" She sits cross-legged, a little eager.
Allison smiles, proud that someone was eager to learn. She picks up her lute "We will try a small cantrip first, nothing to big."
"Wait I don't have any instruments, & I CANNOT sing."
Allison chuckles "The flute I gave you, I hand made it just for you"
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*since no one else is interacting & it seems Karavans will take a bit, ill do something*
Arrow flies up & lands in the closest tree, "Wow something happened with this thing."
"Thing?"
She waves over at the portal thing, "This, its been here," She looks to where the sun is, "Say about half an hour? And only now does something happen with it."
"Yeah... I decided I should wait a bit before popping through" He snaps, and the portal disappears
"Okay then, now what the hell are you wearing?" She says noticing their outfit.
"A... Tee and shorts. The usual"
"Well I know what a shirt & shorts are, I wasn't born yesterday, but I meant what's on it." She points to the Tri-Force on it.
"Something from Zelda. I mean... The world of Hyrule"
"Never heard of Hyrule, whatever." She shrugs assuming it's just another land she hasn't heard of, before stretching her wings like she's about to use them.
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*since no one else is interacting & it seems Karavans will take a bit, ill do something*
Arrow flies up & lands in the closest tree, "Wow something happened with this thing."
"Thing?"
She waves over at the portal thing, "This, its been here," She looks to where the sun is, "Say about half an hour? And only now does something happen with it."
"Yeah... I decided I should wait a bit before popping through" He snaps, and the portal disappears
"Okay then, now what the hell are you wearing?" She says noticing their outfit.
"A... Tee and shorts. The usual"
"Well I know what a shirt & shorts are, I wasn't born yesterday, but I meant what's on it." She points to the Tri-Force on it.
"Something from Zelda. I mean... The world of Hyrule"
"Never heard of Hyrule, whatever." She shrugs assuming it's just another land she hasn't heard of, before stretching her wings like she's about to use them.
"Where ya goin?"
"Nunya."
He rolls his eyes "Boooor-innng"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
She shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
"and thats what the flute is for" she chirped
"Like a bard?"
She nods
"Hm, not the way I expected." She finds a spot to sit nearby.
"I find it the easiest way to learn instead of being cramped in a room with a ton of books"
"Hm, well let class begin!" She sits cross-legged, a little eager.
Allison smiles, proud that someone was eager to learn. She picks up her lute "We will try a small cantrip first, nothing to big."
"Wait I don't have any instruments, & I CANNOT sing."
Allison chuckles "The flute I gave you, I hand made it just for you"
"oh..." She says, clearly feeling dumb.
She chuckles "It is ok my friend, I was terrified the first time I tried magic but I had someone to help me just like im going to help you"
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
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.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
She shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
"and thats what the flute is for" she chirped
"Like a bard?"
She nods
"Hm, not the way I expected." She finds a spot to sit nearby.
"I find it the easiest way to learn instead of being cramped in a room with a ton of books"
"Hm, well let class begin!" She sits cross-legged, a little eager.
Allison smiles, proud that someone was eager to learn. She picks up her lute "We will try a small cantrip first, nothing to big."
"Wait I don't have any instruments, & I CANNOT sing."
Allison chuckles "The flute I gave you, I hand made it just for you"
"oh..." She says, clearly feeling dumb.
She chuckles "It is ok my friend, I was terrified the first time I tried magic but I had someone to help me just like im going to help you"
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*since no one else is interacting & it seems Karavans will take a bit, ill do something*
Arrow flies up & lands in the closest tree, "Wow something happened with this thing."
"Thing?"
She waves over at the portal thing, "This, its been here," She looks to where the sun is, "Say about half an hour? And only now does something happen with it."
"Yeah... I decided I should wait a bit before popping through" He snaps, and the portal disappears
"Okay then, now what the hell are you wearing?" She says noticing their outfit.
"A... Tee and shorts. The usual"
"Well I know what a shirt & shorts are, I wasn't born yesterday, but I meant what's on it." She points to the Tri-Force on it.
"Something from Zelda. I mean... The world of Hyrule"
"Never heard of Hyrule, whatever." She shrugs assuming it's just another land she hasn't heard of, before stretching her wings like she's about to use them.
"Where ya goin?"
"Nunya."
He rolls his eyes "Boooor-innng"
"Dont care." She gets up, standing on the branch now.
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
"Where ya goin?"
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)
*Ight, cool. For now, Sharlene is completey focused on the reaper, so not much more I can do, but feel free to interrupt with Penny.*
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.
"oh..." She says, clearly feeling dumb.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nunya."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*It is rude to interrupt others RP so shall wait*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He rolls his eyes "Boooor-innng"
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)
"I grow tired of your stupidity."
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.
She chuckles "It is ok my friend, I was terrified the first time I tried magic but I had someone to help me just like im going to help you"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh boy, I got real quiet*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
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.
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
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.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
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.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
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.
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*sorry was dealing with life, good now*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She smiles & grabs the flute.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Dont care." She gets up, standing on the branch now.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
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.