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.
*Hello everyone and good morrow :] , My back hurts*
Yuri is inside the tavern, in the library, sitting on top of the highest shelf, reading. She is dressed in a white, tunic-like, dress with a silver clasp in the design of a flower. Her auburn hair is braided behind her with vines of silver.
Sinclair is outside. She wears a black crop-top with long sleeves, long black pants, and red sneakers. She is talking to a tiny quasit who wasn't giving her much of an answer to her questions, but rather putting it in riddles.
Lore was outside. She was jogging, for the first time without her dogs. She sat down on a rock to take a breather and to cool off for a few seconds before continuing.
*I might be slow for the next couple hours, since I'm watching The Suicide Squad.*
V flew down and glided next to her. "Having fun?"
*I love the first one because of el diablo and killer croc. the second one was bleh.*
"Eh, is you mean in some sort of muscle pain, then yes i am"
*Diablo and HQ were the only reasons I liked the first one. So far I love the rat lady.*
"Oh, you'll be fine. Sooooo, tell me about Hunter." She landed on the ground and jogged with Lore.
"What is there to tell?" She said with a chuckle
"So much." She laughed. "I want details!"
"You'll have to find out from him then" she chirped and poked V
V smacked her hand away, smiling. "But he's so dense! He doesn't even know you two are in a relationship!"
"I know, but I love him. If he doesn't love me, then I won't do much but ill still love him" she said.
"How hard have you tried helping him understand?"
"quite a bit but its fine" she said with a smile, stopping again.
V stopped, stepping in front of her and placing a hand on Lore's shoulder. "Is it really fine?"
"honestly, im not sure anymore" she said and chuckled
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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.
Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
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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)
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, humming.
Hazel waves and flips to a section on the Seelie court in her book.
She finds a section on eladrin and reads up on it a bit.
Gwen waves to her
Hazel smiles and waves back. After a moment, she thinks of something and pulls out a sheet of graph paper. Lifting it up, she blows on it and a tiny faerie dragon peels off the paper and flies up to Gwen.
Gwen schoots away, mystified and worried. "Um... Hello newly made dragon." They say, to the faerie dragon
The dragon bumps against Gwen, then flies off into the sky, not really interested in staying around. On the ground, Hazel smiles at Gwen faintly and puts away the paper.
"Did you... Just make that?"
*Just on for a second...*
"Yep. It's a physical manifestation of my imagination on this reality."
"So are you a god?" They say, worried. "Should I bow or something?"
"No, no! I'm a Possibility. Essentially something that could have happened, and didn't. I, however, found a way up through the imagination of my creator. Due to being a living Possibility - sometimes called a Paradox - I can create other Possibilities. The smaller they are, like that faerie dragon, the easier."
"Oh, cool! How long can they exist for?"
"The smaller and less powerful they are, the more control I have over how long they stay here. The more powerful they are, the more unpredictable their behavior and life span."
"Mmm... What about say a book?"
She smiles. "All of this-" she motions to her backpack full of books. "is a Possibility. I can create inanimate objects. Generally, as long as they aren't magical they're semi-permanent. That is to say, none of the ones I've created have disappeared yet."
"Can you mimic preexisting books?"
"Yes, that's generally the only way I can create an object as complex as a book. I have to read it and recreate it, which is why I don't simply have a library with every book in existence on its shelves."
"Could... Could I ask you to copy a book for me then?"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Thanks." They pull out the one Lumen lent her. "Please don't scar it or anything, its from a friend."
"OK, thanks!" She begins to flip through the book carefully, zoning out while she reads. *It'll take several hours to read it, then she'll have the copy ready.*
Gwen waits and waits and waits, trying not to worry
Eventually Hazel finishes. "Wow! Interesting theories, even if some of them are wrong. Also a bit stuffy, literally and figuratively. Here." She hands the book back to Gwen, but when he takes it he can feel the weight of two books stacked on top of each other.
"Did... did you change the weight or something?" They say, examining it
She laughs. "No! It's just underneath the other." When they look at it, they can see an identical book stacked underneath the other.
"Thanks! Anything I need to do for you?"
*Last reply for tonight!*
"Nope! I think I'm good. Letting me read that was enough!" She picks up her stuff and walks inside.
When Gwen inspects the other book, they can see a faint inscription saying Fallaces sunt rerum species on it... *Look it up, it's Latin.*
"Thanks!"
Gwen is curious, and writes the inscription on a sticky note, but tries to erase the text
The text is faintly inscribed on the back cover, like a pencil imprint but without the lead.
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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?
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)
Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
The Reaper is in their room, sleeping, the door forgotten to be shut properly.
Arrow is practicing aerial archery outside on the targets.
Hazel sits outside the room and pulls out a new sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at the Reaper as she writes stuff down.
She's not wearing her cloak & mask, so her face isn't hidden, showing the fact that she's a high elf with long brown hair, resting peacefully in her trance.
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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"What do ya have there?" He points to the flower crown.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Yeah*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
It's a woven circlet of orange marigolds. "Flower crown." The person's cheeks are noticeably rosy, and another magnolia is tucked in his ear.
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(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.
"Macwood Jerimiah, nice ta meet ya par'dner." He puts a hand out.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The person shakes his hand and nods. "Tristis Finch, nice to meet you."
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.
"honestly, im not sure anymore" she said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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.
Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
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)
The text is faintly inscribed on the back cover, like a pencil imprint but without the lead.
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.
"So what brings you here?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The Reaper is in their room, sleeping, the door forgotten to be shut properly.
Arrow is practicing aerial archery outside on the targets.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Curiosity. And you?" The person finishes the crown and lays it on the rafter.
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.
Yuri is sitting outside on the roof. She is in her rabbit form, which is napping cutely, curled up in a small ball, in a sunny spot.
Lore is mediating outside.
Sinclair is Sitting on a twisted tree branch with a quasit, reading a book to it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Morning all.*
Hazel sits outside the room and pulls out a new sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at the Reaper as she writes stuff down.
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.
*Hi!*
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)
*Morning. Just got on earlier than usual.*
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.
Soldaer is prepping breakfast for him and Nia.
Phantom is asleep in the sun outside the tavern.
Yazrin is training again.
She's not wearing her cloak & mask, so her face isn't hidden, showing the fact that she's a high elf with long brown hair, resting peacefully in her trance.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.