In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
*She radiates necromancy, but is not dead. Also, does Thaemrys have truesight?*
*No, just a feel for death in general, also meant to type The Reaper, even though Thaemrys is their name.*
They stare at the person, moving their head with the person's movements.
The elf stops moving. "Who are you?" She doesn't turn her head, but it seems she is watching.
"I should ask the same, along with what exactly do you do with the dead?"
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
"I am fine, Orakliir."
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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?
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
*She radiates necromancy, but is not dead. Also, does Thaemrys have truesight?*
*No, just a feel for death in general, also meant to type The Reaper, even though Thaemrys is their name.*
They stare at the person, moving their head with the person's movements.
The elf stops moving. "Who are you?" She doesn't turn her head, but it seems she is watching.
"I should ask the same, along with what exactly do you do with the dead?"
"I am the killer, the one who ensures no one cheats death. I fought with Jergal, bled with Jergal, and was betrayed by Jergal. I am the Angel." The staff pulses.
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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?
*I just love it when theres something you have to randomly do around the house, and for some reason it takes 10x longer than it should.*
Sharlene is chilling on a couch, drinking.
V is sitting on the roof.
Wolfe is playing her guitar to herself at a table while drinking.
Iralias is sitting on a low branch of a tree near the tavern, playing his guitar and humming to himself.
Yazrin is practicing on the dummies outside.
[Open Slot]
*Already got V in two different interactions right now, sooo...*
Wolfe stops to take a break, taking her drink outside.
Iralias notices her from his perch in the tree and smiles slightly. He continues playing and humming, not really caring if she hears or not; simply playing for the joy of it.
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.
*I just love it when theres something you have to randomly do around the house, and for some reason it takes 10x longer than it should.*
Sharlene is chilling on a couch, drinking.
V is sitting on the roof.
Wolfe is playing her guitar to herself at a table while drinking.
Iralias is sitting on a low branch of a tree near the tavern, playing his guitar and humming to himself.
Yazrin is practicing on the dummies outside.
[Open Slot]
*Already got V in two different interactions right now, sooo...*
Wolfe stops to take a break, taking her drink outside.
Iralias notices her from his perch in the tree and smiles slightly. He continues playing and humming, not really caring if she hears or not; simply playing for the joy of it.
She climbs up to the roof, takes the final sip from her current bottle, and starts playing to herself on the roof.
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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.
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
"I am fine, Orakliir."
"I see... May I have a name?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I should ask the same, along with what exactly do you do with the dead?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I am fine, Orakliir."
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.
*Cool*
They wave with their tail, trying to land on them
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I'm more worried about you, and if you're fine."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I am the killer, the one who ensures no one cheats death. I fought with Jergal, bled with Jergal, and was betrayed by Jergal. I am the Angel." The staff pulses.
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.
"Oh. my gods." She rubbed her head.
*Normal, Reimagined as a demon lord back when he was still a work in progress, and Nicely dressed.*
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.
V flies around, avoiding being landed on.
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.
Jerimiah's outside, eyeing Finch every now & then.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Already got V in two different interactions right now, sooo...*
Wolfe stops to take a break, taking her drink outside.
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.
"I am fine... I think."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*GTG BRB*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Iralias notices her from his perch in the tree and smiles slightly. He continues playing and humming, not really caring if she hears or not; simply playing for the joy of it.
Finch pulls out a bullet from the ground and drops it into his bag.
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 climbs up to the roof, takes the final sip from her current bottle, and starts playing to herself on the roof.
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.
"What?"
*they're not working, I'm logged in so it's just bringing me to hero forge on a blank character, you have to hit the share symbol on HF's ui*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Alright*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They get annoyed and start to hover in the air
You okay?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I see... May I have a name?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now