Finch gives him a small smile and lightly jumps from the rafters. "Thank you."
"No problem kid, now give me one second." He takes a moment to wrap his tail around a rafter & lower himself back to the ground slowly.
Finch takes a seat at the bar and looks up.
"Alright race & age?" He slithers up to the bar.
"Human and twenty-three." Deception 19
He narrows his eyes
Insight: 23
"Alright what the hell was that? Why are you saying you're an age that doesn't allow you to drink alcohol, tell me the truth."
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
Finche's hand shakes a little.
"I'm not gonna hurt you kid," He pulls his bandana down & gives a genuine smile, "I just need to know if your at the legal age to drink."
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
"-Happy lore noise-"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Finch gives him a small smile and lightly jumps from the rafters. "Thank you."
"No problem kid, now give me one second." He takes a moment to wrap his tail around a rafter & lower himself back to the ground slowly.
Finch takes a seat at the bar and looks up.
"Alright race & age?" He slithers up to the bar.
"Human and twenty-three." Deception 19
He narrows his eyes
Insight: 23
"Alright what the hell was that? Why are you saying you're an age that doesn't allow you to drink alcohol, tell me the truth."
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
Finche's hand shakes a little.
"I'm not gonna hurt you kid," He pulls his bandana down & gives a genuine smile, "I just need to know if your at the legal age to drink."
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.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
"-Happy lore noise-"
V laughed and stepped back. "Happy now?"
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Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
"-Happy lore noise-"
V laughed and stepped back. "Happy now?"
*me who has not gotten the pm yet: y e s*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
"What? But what did you mean by 'stat block of a Reaper' & magic item based on my scythe, I just woke up so sorry if it makes sense & I'm just tired." She stares at the paper but still keeps watch of Hazel, letting letting go of her hand & holding the scythe with both again, it noticibly looser against Hazel. *np!*
The paper suddenly crackles and turns into a big, fat spider which crawls closer, poison dripping from its fangs... only to disappear when Hazel's arm is freed. "Sorry. Essentially, I'm writing down what I think your statistics would be, and then I can destroy the paper in some way in the future, calling the Possibility that I created back when I made the stat block to my side."
She stands there, just in silence for moment, "I am too tired for this, let me grab my cloak & wake up then we can talk okay?" She pulls back the scythe & goes to her room to grab & put on her cloak.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
"-Happy lore noise-"
V laughed and stepped back. "Happy now?"
*me who has not gotten the pm yet: y e s*
*Oh, then reply when you do, lol.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
"What? But what did you mean by 'stat block of a Reaper' & magic item based on my scythe, I just woke up so sorry if it makes sense & I'm just tired." She stares at the paper but still keeps watch of Hazel, letting letting go of her hand & holding the scythe with both again, it noticibly looser against Hazel. *np!*
The paper suddenly crackles and turns into a big, fat spider which crawls closer, poison dripping from its fangs... only to disappear when Hazel's arm is freed. "Sorry. Essentially, I'm writing down what I think your statistics would be, and then I can destroy the paper in some way in the future, calling the Possibility that I created back when I made the stat block to my side."
She stands there, just in silence for moment, "I am too tired for this, let me grab my cloak & wake up then we can talk okay?" She pulls back the scythe & goes to her room to grab & put on her cloak.
"Alright..." Hazel, while unobserved, takes the papers she was working on and slides them into a book, which she then puts away. She also grabs a few other papers, just in case.
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Finch gives him a small smile and lightly jumps from the rafters. "Thank you."
"No problem kid, now give me one second." He takes a moment to wrap his tail around a rafter & lower himself back to the ground slowly.
Finch takes a seat at the bar and looks up.
"Alright race & age?" He slithers up to the bar.
"Human and twenty-three." Deception 19
He narrows his eyes
Insight: 23
"Alright what the hell was that? Why are you saying you're an age that doesn't allow you to drink alcohol, tell me the truth."
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
Finche's hand shakes a little.
"I'm not gonna hurt you kid," He pulls his bandana down & gives a genuine smile, "I just need to know if your at the legal age to drink."
"I don't need alcohol."
"Okay then whuddya want then? By the way I'm still curious about what you are." He puts his bandana back up & curls his tail on the stool he's sitting on.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
"-Happy lore noise-"
V laughed and stepped back. "Happy now?"
*me who has not gotten the pm yet: y e s*
*Oh, then reply when you do, lol.*
"I knew it" Lore said and chuckled "Its okay, i won't judge"
*lore's face: >:D *
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
Elendon chuckles. "Pleasure to meet both of you." He says with a genuine smile.
Finch gives him a small smile and lightly jumps from the rafters. "Thank you."
"No problem kid, now give me one second." He takes a moment to wrap his tail around a rafter & lower himself back to the ground slowly.
Finch takes a seat at the bar and looks up.
"Alright race & age?" He slithers up to the bar.
"Human and twenty-three." Deception 19
He narrows his eyes
Insight: 23
"Alright what the hell was that? Why are you saying you're an age that doesn't allow you to drink alcohol, tell me the truth."
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
Finche's hand shakes a little.
"I'm not gonna hurt you kid," He pulls his bandana down & gives a genuine smile, "I just need to know if your at the legal age to drink."
"I don't need alcohol."
"Okay then whuddya want then? By the way I'm still curious about what you are." He puts his bandana back up & curls his tail on the stool he's sitting on.
Finch shakes his head. "Maybe later. Water is fine."
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.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
Elendon chuckles. "Pleasure to meet both of you." He says with a genuine smile.
"Tis a pleasure to meet you too" Lore said and chuckled
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
"What? But what did you mean by 'stat block of a Reaper' & magic item based on my scythe, I just woke up so sorry if it makes sense & I'm just tired." She stares at the paper but still keeps watch of Hazel, letting letting go of her hand & holding the scythe with both again, it noticibly looser against Hazel. *np!*
The paper suddenly crackles and turns into a big, fat spider which crawls closer, poison dripping from its fangs... only to disappear when Hazel's arm is freed. "Sorry. Essentially, I'm writing down what I think your statistics would be, and then I can destroy the paper in some way in the future, calling the Possibility that I created back when I made the stat block to my side."
She stands there, just in silence for moment, "I am too tired for this, let me grab my cloak & wake up then we can talk okay?" She pulls back the scythe & goes to her room to grab & put on her cloak.
"Alright..." Hazel, while unobserved, takes the papers she was working on and slides them into a book, which she then puts away. She also grabs a few other papers, just in case.
She walks back out, in her regular look as she now has her cloak on, with the scythe on her back like it's sheathed or hooked up onto a strap, even though there isn't any, "Alright, to the roof so I can get fresh air to wake up okay?"
"I'm not gonna hurt you kid," He pulls his bandana down & gives a genuine smile, "I just need to know if your at the legal age to drink."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"-Happy lore noise-"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I don't need alcohol."
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.
V laughed and stepped back. "Happy now?"
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.
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH My brain just got an idea considering i now just remebered that lysander brought kelipso back to life >:D *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*me who has not gotten the pm yet: y e s*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She stands there, just in silence for moment, "I am too tired for this, let me grab my cloak & wake up then we can talk okay?" She pulls back the scythe & goes to her room to grab & put on her cloak.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Oh, then reply when you do, lol.*
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.
*uhm, okay?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yuri was napping on the roof of the tavern in her rabbit form. She was laying in sun, happily soaking in the warm rays.
Sinclair was wandering through the forest.
Lore was with V and Elendon.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Alright..." Hazel, while unobserved, takes the papers she was working on and slides them into a book, which she then puts away. She also grabs a few other papers, just in case.
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.
"Okay then whuddya want then? By the way I'm still curious about what you are." He puts his bandana back up & curls his tail on the stool he's sitting on.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Piggleshell comes wandering by. "Hello."
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.
"I knew it" Lore said and chuckled "Its okay, i won't judge"
*lore's face: >:D *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Elendon chuckles. "Pleasure to meet both of you." He says with a genuine smile.
Yuri opens one of rabbit-like eyes and stares at Piggleshell "Hello there"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Finch shakes his head. "Maybe later. Water is fine."
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.
"Tis a pleasure to meet you too" Lore said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She walks back out, in her regular look as she now has her cloak on, with the scythe on her back like it's sheathed or hooked up onto a strap, even though there isn't any, "Alright, to the roof so I can get fresh air to wake up okay?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hi." It nods its turtle-y head.
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.