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.
"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
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.
"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
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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
"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
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.
Lore is aggressively cooking something in the kitchen that smells like chili peppers. occasionally she can be heard screaming like a warlord. Nicky and Elmo are watching her through the door, being utterly confused.
Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
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Gwen waves to Yuri. "Hello, how goes it? Nice dress."
"Thank you my dragon-like friend" she said and smiled "And it is faring well, how about you?"
"Good. Just had a fun time pranking a friend's brother... Yuri right?"
She nods and hops down. "Your name is Gwen if i recall correctly"
"Yep. Are you a dressmaker?"
She shakes her head "Clothes just form on me with what me heart wants"
"Cool. Can that work with other people?"
"what do you want exactly?"
"Mmm... Want to choose for me? Maybe a royal gown or something, if it isn't too much to ask."
"No no, i can try if you want"
"Thanks!" They say, exicted as only a child can be
"what are you looking exactly?"
"Um... Some royal dress that is green and blue? I trust your wisdom."
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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
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
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.
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 19
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
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.
"My original deity is... no longer. Thus, I was left without a god. Elendon offered to give me work in return for me gaining free will."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Scoob waves and chuckles "Fixin' these firearms up a bit, gettin' them used to everyday gravity here"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
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.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yes..."
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.
Sh nods, "Sure!" She smiles
"Gravity is different where you're from?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*could the big chains be cut some please? Thank you!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Hunter walks over to wcoob, "Hello there,"
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Finch stays quiet.
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.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No" she said "But the place i was last had different gravity"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Scoob looks up and smiles "hey there" she said, waving a bit with her free hand
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]