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 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.
Malte also decides to take a walk through the forest. Sinclair can hear the sound of softly jingling bells a short distance away.
She forms what looks like a silver-topped, obsidian cane in her hand. A singled grey orb jewel sits perched on top with a bird skeleton held within it. She looks around, listening to the bells.
They seem rhythmic, like the pace of a tall, heavy person walking.
Sinclair narrows her eyes, waiting for the person to approach. She notices the rain starting and flicks a finger upwards, the tree branches seem to move on their own, as if to cover her from the rain.
Malte walks out of the trees, within sightline of Sinclair, he doesn't see her yet.
Sinclair watches him, eyes narrowed a bit.
He notices her and waves, a tired but friendly look on his face.
Sinclair waves back.
He sits down beneath the leaves she's summoned to block the rain, "Mind if I join you? It's getting rather blustery out there."
She shrugs "You may if you wish" she said and pointed a finger upwards, weaving the tree branches in and around each other to form a mat above them to protect them both from the rain.
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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?"
"Sure." Hazel is kinda nervous, since she's sort of talking to Death's helper?
*hehehe, she'll learn things.*
She walks outside & just makes leaps on whatever her feet can land on for a second to get to the roof, once she lands at the top she looks down to see if Hazel has a way of getting up.
Hazel hesitates for a moment, but then lays out one of her papers. A second later, gravity reverses for her and she falls up to the rooftop.
She grabs her hand to make sure she doesn't keep floating to the sky infinitely, "So when does the effect end?"
"Any moment now-" it ends and dumps her onto the roof. The paper on the ground is gone.
She takes a deep breath as rain starts, no reaction about it from her, "So, could you explain what you're talking about with 'stat block' of me?" She turns her head to Hazel.
Hazel hurriedly looks around for somewhere to put her papers, and eventually just tucks them into her coat. "Honestly, it doesn't really effect you... It's a Possibility of what you might have been, given physical form. Like me."
"Hm, as for what you meant with my scythe? It is magical." She looks back out to the distance.
"Yeah, but if I can make a stat block for it, that's the same as a stat block for you: a Possibility of your scythe."
"And what does writing down a possibility of somthing on paper do?"
"Stores that physicality, since very few Possibilities can exist for long. For instance, technically all of us are being written down, since we wouldn't exist without the written record."
"Even if I wasn't written I would still exist, existence isn't tied to whether it's written or not."
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.
*Anyhows, good morning!!! I'm in less pain than usual :D*
Hunter is missing an arm, a deep red fluid spilling from the wires
Claus is sitting in the rafters, firing a spork from a sling
Zenix has his mask back on, sitting in the main room's couch
Lore is with V, walking through the rain back to the tavern.
Yuri is on the roof, messing with piggleshell.
Sinclair is in the forest with a quasit.
Hunter waves to the duo with his remaining arm,
Lore looks up, her eyes widen in fright. "Hunter!" she runs over "what happened?!"
V runs over as well, covering them both from the rain with her wing. "Yeah, what happened?!"
Hunter looks at where his arm was, evidently, torn off, "I was damaged." He says
"who and when?" she askes
"We need to get you inside!"
"I do not know who, but it was about... 30 minutes ago. In the forest. It was a large creature and it blindsided me." Hunter stands
Lore narrows her eyes and pats V's arm "You take care of him, i have to go slaughter a creature" she said. Her sickle appearing in her hand.
V knew better than to try and stop her. "Don't take too long, Lore." She took Hunter's arm and slung it over her, starting to lead him to the tavern.
Hunter is quiet for a moment, "She will get hurt." He says, leaning on V
"I trust in her, besides, I can try to find her after I get you inside."
Hunter shakes his head, "YOu don't need to do that. She will get hurt, but she will be able to either run, or kill it. Only reason i lost myself was due to an ambush."
"Oh hey Bara, ooh coffee, thanks!" He let's the towel He has on his wings just sit there for a moment.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Any luck getting a job?"
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.
She shrugs "You may if you wish" she said and pointed a finger upwards, weaving the tree branches in and around each other to form a mat above them to protect them both from the rain.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Even if I wasn't written I would still exist, existence isn't tied to whether it's written or not."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lore narrows her eyes and pats V's arm "You take care of him, i have to go slaughter a creature" she said. Her sickle appearing in her hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Its not needed." They say, unmoving.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
V knew better than to try and stop her. "Don't take too long, Lore." She took Hunter's arm and slung it over her, starting to lead him to the tavern.
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.
Silence from him, before, "Not yet..." *the staff is rped by TTB & he hasn't been on for a while. or when he has I wasn't*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Meh, general kindness," The person beside them, holding the umbrella, says
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
Hunter is quiet for a moment, "She will get hurt." He says, leaning on V
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
"I trust in her, besides, I can try to find her after I get you inside."
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.
"The rain isn't affecting me, so it's not needed." They still stand like a statue, only movement is from the breeze moving the cloak.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yuri rolls off the roof happily and jumps down. Enjoying the rain soaking her cold skin. She spins around in it happily.
Sinclair was weaving branches to protect her and Malte from the rain.
Lore was in the forest, tracking where this beast that hurt hunter was.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What's the 'Hm' for?" He asks with a smile.
"Too bad. It's really pouring out there, huh?"
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.
Hunter shakes his head, "YOu don't need to do that. She will get hurt, but she will be able to either run, or kill it. Only reason i lost myself was due to an ambush."
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
*morning! what did I miss?*
Raven is being Raven at the lake, in a comfy chair
Svarn is attempting to find Tosara and their blade
Kyaru exists, meditating
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"Yeah it's only picking up." He wipes his wings off some more before putting the towel to the side.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Thats your own opinion." He nods, "I'm Claus," They say, looking over, checking inside the hood of the cloak
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
"All you celestials are the same." she said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]