Thara stands there confused, gives up & pay for both soups.
"It's okay, you don't have to pay for it." Klei says good-naturedly. "I have a lot of experience with thieves. Well, I'd have to, seein' as I'm one meself."
"Thank you! My names Thara *thay-ruh*, and you're a thief?"
"Well, I used to be. Might be still. But I've mostly focused on cooking. Hey, where's your soup bowl? Oh, here it is." Klei pulls the bowl from his back, still full of soup. It's even still hot!
"Wait I just had my soup." She stands there, a little dazed.
"HAHAha, you fell for it! This is a different bowl. I couldn't take that bowl, it's like three yards away. I don't got five invisible hands. HAhahha..." Klei laughs.
"You got kick out of that didn't you?" She stands there unamused.
"I get a kick out of everything. Especially puns! Want to hear one? What do you call a fish that's a king? O-FISH-al!! BWAHAHahahaHAHaha...hooo... my jaw is tired!"
"Boo!"
Klei turns around so fast that a gust of wind nearly blows out one of the candles on the tables. "WHO DARES HECKLE KLEI FARASTEN?!?!?!" He shouts, pulling out six knives and holding them like Wolverine's claws.
Zylna giggles from the rafters. "Even for me, puns are low."
"WHERE ARE YOU THEIF! I HEAR YOUR VOICE!" Thara shouts looking around.
She's sitting on a beam, swinging her legs back and forth. "Hi, miss me?"
"WHERE ARE YOU!?!" She yells, oblivious to to the goblins location.
Zylna sighed. "Try looking up."
She does so, "oh." She let's out as her stanse relaxes & she drops her longsword to one hand.
"Thanks for paying by the way, I got no money right now." Zylna smiled and shrugged.
"I didn't, knife guy did. If you were broke you could have asked for donation you know." She sheaths her sword as she says this.
"Nah, I'd rather sell my body than beg for a donation."
"Well, let tell you some wisdom," She starts
"No."
"What?" She asks with a face of confusion.
Zylna giggled. "No. Don't tell me anything, I'm tired of people trying to 'tell me wisdom'. No."
"If I weren't trying to be a paladin of redemption I could have punched a hole through your face when you pulled your trick on me, I really think some help to a path other than trickery will help, maybe don't ignore help."
"Sorry, not sorry, but no."
"Ok well have fun when you get Injured, arrested, or worse when you pull your tricks on the wrong person." She shrugs as she turns around.
"Thanks, have fun as well!" Zylna waved cheerfully.
She turns around facing Zylna again, "I know goblins can be dumb but how you not know sarcasm?"
"Well, don't get in any more trouble than necessary, Adder." Kiriwar says. Suddenly, a familiar scent fills his powerful nostrils. "That smell... another lycanthrope. Of course." Kiriwar begins to walk back to the tavern.
Morbius is still sharpening his sword, humming a melodic tune with a slight vibrato.
"Hello," Kiriwar says to Morbius. "You as well?"
"As well as what?" Morbius asks without looking at Kiriwar, sharpening his adamantine longsword with long strokes.
"Lycanthrope. I smell it about you. Is it... Wolf? Bear? Hyena? Fox?"
Morbius grimaces staying silent for a while. "That's none of your business..."
"okay."
Morbius goes back to sharpening his sword. "What's your deal?"
*let's say under adders tree (I know it's not his it's just the one he's on a bunch)*
Arrow walks up brushing her hands on her leather armour, "So, I see widil baby is in a bad mood huh?"
"What did you just call me?" Spawn glares at Arrow. "I wonder how you'd taste after an hour on a smoker..."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Well, don't get in any more trouble than necessary, Adder." Kiriwar says. Suddenly, a familiar scent fills his powerful nostrils. "That smell... another lycanthrope. Of course." Kiriwar begins to walk back to the tavern.
Morbius is still sharpening his sword, humming a melodic tune with a slight vibrato.
"Hello," Kiriwar says to Morbius. "You as well?"
"As well as what?" Morbius asks without looking at Kiriwar, sharpening his adamantine longsword with long strokes.
"Lycanthrope. I smell it about you. Is it... Wolf? Bear? Hyena? Fox?"
Morbius grimaces staying silent for a while. "That's none of your business..."
"okay."
Morbius goes back to sharpening his sword. "What's your deal?"
"Deal?"
"What's your problem? Why are you poking your nose in other people's business?"
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Well, don't get in any more trouble than necessary, Adder." Kiriwar says. Suddenly, a familiar scent fills his powerful nostrils. "That smell... another lycanthrope. Of course." Kiriwar begins to walk back to the tavern.
Morbius is still sharpening his sword, humming a melodic tune with a slight vibrato.
"Hello," Kiriwar says to Morbius. "You as well?"
"As well as what?" Morbius asks without looking at Kiriwar, sharpening his adamantine longsword with long strokes.
"Lycanthrope. I smell it about you. Is it... Wolf? Bear? Hyena? Fox?"
Morbius grimaces staying silent for a while. "That's none of your business..."
"okay."
Morbius goes back to sharpening his sword. "What's your deal?"
"Deal?"
"What's your problem? Why are you poking your nose in other people's business?"
"I'm a blood hunter. I need to know if you're what I should be hunting."
*let's say under adders tree (I know it's not his it's just the one he's on a bunch)*
Arrow walks up brushing her hands on her leather armour, "So, I see widil baby is in a bad mood huh?"
"What did you just call me?" Spawn glares at Arrow. "I wonder how you'd taste after an hour on a smoker..."
*like chicken? Also, not cool, no cooking aarakocra, and someone's not happy about that..."
"HEY!" An arrow shoots into the tree, an inch away from Spawn's neck. "Watch who you think you can cook, buddy!"
"It'll take more than a pointy twig to take care of me, wild-wings." Spawn chuckles.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Thara stands there confused, gives up & pay for both soups.
"It's okay, you don't have to pay for it." Klei says good-naturedly. "I have a lot of experience with thieves. Well, I'd have to, seein' as I'm one meself."
"Thank you! My names Thara *thay-ruh*, and you're a thief?"
"Well, I used to be. Might be still. But I've mostly focused on cooking. Hey, where's your soup bowl? Oh, here it is." Klei pulls the bowl from his back, still full of soup. It's even still hot!
"Wait I just had my soup." She stands there, a little dazed.
"HAHAha, you fell for it! This is a different bowl. I couldn't take that bowl, it's like three yards away. I don't got five invisible hands. HAhahha..." Klei laughs.
"You got kick out of that didn't you?" She stands there unamused.
"I get a kick out of everything. Especially puns! Want to hear one? What do you call a fish that's a king? O-FISH-al!! BWAHAHahahaHAHaha...hooo... my jaw is tired!"
"Boo!"
Klei turns around so fast that a gust of wind nearly blows out one of the candles on the tables. "WHO DARES HECKLE KLEI FARASTEN?!?!?!" He shouts, pulling out six knives and holding them like Wolverine's claws.
Zylna giggles from the rafters. "Even for me, puns are low."
"WHERE ARE YOU THEIF! I HEAR YOUR VOICE!" Thara shouts looking around.
She's sitting on a beam, swinging her legs back and forth. "Hi, miss me?"
"WHERE ARE YOU!?!" She yells, oblivious to to the goblins location.
Zylna sighed. "Try looking up."
She does so, "oh." She let's out as her stanse relaxes & she drops her longsword to one hand.
"Thanks for paying by the way, I got no money right now." Zylna smiled and shrugged.
"I didn't, knife guy did. If you were broke you could have asked for donation you know." She sheaths her sword as she says this.
"Nah, I'd rather sell my body than beg for a donation."
"Well, let tell you some wisdom," She starts
"No."
"What?" She asks with a face of confusion.
Zylna giggled. "No. Don't tell me anything, I'm tired of people trying to 'tell me wisdom'. No."
"If I weren't trying to be a paladin of redemption I could have punched a hole through your face when you pulled your trick on me, I really think some help to a path other than trickery will help, maybe don't ignore help."
"Sorry, not sorry, but no."
"Ok well have fun when you get Injured, arrested, or worse when you pull your tricks on the wrong person." She shrugs as she turns around.
"Thanks, have fun as well!" Zylna waved cheerfully.
She turns around facing Zylna again, "I know goblins can be dumb but how you not know sarcasm?"
Zylna smiled. "Wanna know why I don't want 'help'?"
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Thara stands there confused, gives up & pay for both soups.
"It's okay, you don't have to pay for it." Klei says good-naturedly. "I have a lot of experience with thieves. Well, I'd have to, seein' as I'm one meself."
"Thank you! My names Thara *thay-ruh*, and you're a thief?"
"Well, I used to be. Might be still. But I've mostly focused on cooking. Hey, where's your soup bowl? Oh, here it is." Klei pulls the bowl from his back, still full of soup. It's even still hot!
"Wait I just had my soup." She stands there, a little dazed.
"HAHAha, you fell for it! This is a different bowl. I couldn't take that bowl, it's like three yards away. I don't got five invisible hands. HAhahha..." Klei laughs.
"You got kick out of that didn't you?" She stands there unamused.
"I get a kick out of everything. Especially puns! Want to hear one? What do you call a fish that's a king? O-FISH-al!! BWAHAHahahaHAHaha...hooo... my jaw is tired!"
"Boo!"
Klei turns around so fast that a gust of wind nearly blows out one of the candles on the tables. "WHO DARES HECKLE KLEI FARASTEN?!?!?!" He shouts, pulling out six knives and holding them like Wolverine's claws.
Zylna giggles from the rafters. "Even for me, puns are low."
"WHERE ARE YOU THEIF! I HEAR YOUR VOICE!" Thara shouts looking around.
She's sitting on a beam, swinging her legs back and forth. "Hi, miss me?"
"WHERE ARE YOU!?!" She yells, oblivious to to the goblins location.
Zylna sighed. "Try looking up."
She does so, "oh." She let's out as her stanse relaxes & she drops her longsword to one hand.
"Thanks for paying by the way, I got no money right now." Zylna smiled and shrugged.
"I didn't, knife guy did. If you were broke you could have asked for donation you know." She sheaths her sword as she says this.
"Nah, I'd rather sell my body than beg for a donation."
"Well, let tell you some wisdom," She starts
"No."
"What?" She asks with a face of confusion.
Zylna giggled. "No. Don't tell me anything, I'm tired of people trying to 'tell me wisdom'. No."
"If I weren't trying to be a paladin of redemption I could have punched a hole through your face when you pulled your trick on me, I really think some help to a path other than trickery will help, maybe don't ignore help."
"Sorry, not sorry, but no."
"Ok well have fun when you get Injured, arrested, or worse when you pull your tricks on the wrong person." She shrugs as she turns around.
"Thanks, have fun as well!" Zylna waved cheerfully.
She turns around facing Zylna again, "I know goblins can be dumb but how you not know sarcasm?"
Zylna smiled. "Wanna know why I don't want 'help'?"
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Thara stands there confused, gives up & pay for both soups.
"It's okay, you don't have to pay for it." Klei says good-naturedly. "I have a lot of experience with thieves. Well, I'd have to, seein' as I'm one meself."
"Thank you! My names Thara *thay-ruh*, and you're a thief?"
"Well, I used to be. Might be still. But I've mostly focused on cooking. Hey, where's your soup bowl? Oh, here it is." Klei pulls the bowl from his back, still full of soup. It's even still hot!
"Wait I just had my soup." She stands there, a little dazed.
"HAHAha, you fell for it! This is a different bowl. I couldn't take that bowl, it's like three yards away. I don't got five invisible hands. HAhahha..." Klei laughs.
"You got kick out of that didn't you?" She stands there unamused.
"I get a kick out of everything. Especially puns! Want to hear one? What do you call a fish that's a king? O-FISH-al!! BWAHAHahahaHAHaha...hooo... my jaw is tired!"
"Boo!"
Klei turns around so fast that a gust of wind nearly blows out one of the candles on the tables. "WHO DARES HECKLE KLEI FARASTEN?!?!?!" He shouts, pulling out six knives and holding them like Wolverine's claws.
Zylna giggles from the rafters. "Even for me, puns are low."
"WHERE ARE YOU THEIF! I HEAR YOUR VOICE!" Thara shouts looking around.
She's sitting on a beam, swinging her legs back and forth. "Hi, miss me?"
"WHERE ARE YOU!?!" She yells, oblivious to to the goblins location.
Zylna sighed. "Try looking up."
She does so, "oh." She let's out as her stanse relaxes & she drops her longsword to one hand.
"Thanks for paying by the way, I got no money right now." Zylna smiled and shrugged.
"I didn't, knife guy did. If you were broke you could have asked for donation you know." She sheaths her sword as she says this.
"Nah, I'd rather sell my body than beg for a donation."
"Well, let tell you some wisdom," She starts
"No."
"What?" She asks with a face of confusion.
Zylna giggled. "No. Don't tell me anything, I'm tired of people trying to 'tell me wisdom'. No."
"If I weren't trying to be a paladin of redemption I could have punched a hole through your face when you pulled your trick on me, I really think some help to a path other than trickery will help, maybe don't ignore help."
"Sorry, not sorry, but no."
"Ok well have fun when you get Injured, arrested, or worse when you pull your tricks on the wrong person." She shrugs as she turns around.
"Thanks, have fun as well!" Zylna waved cheerfully.
She turns around facing Zylna again, "I know goblins can be dumb but how you not know sarcasm?"
Zylna smiled. "Wanna know why I don't want 'help'?"
"Yes, it's kind of idiotic that you don't."
Zylna reached behind her head and loosened the bandages, which fall around her neck. On her cheek, seemingly seared into her skin, are the big, bold letters: S L A V E
"I'm free now, so I'm gonna live how I wanna live, without anyone telling me any different." Zylna chuckled as she fixed the bandages back into place.
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"Well, don't get in any more trouble than necessary, Adder." Kiriwar says. Suddenly, a familiar scent fills his powerful nostrils. "That smell... another lycanthrope. Of course." Kiriwar begins to walk back to the tavern.
Morbius is still sharpening his sword, humming a melodic tune with a slight vibrato.
"Hello," Kiriwar says to Morbius. "You as well?"
"As well as what?" Morbius asks without looking at Kiriwar, sharpening his adamantine longsword with long strokes.
"Lycanthrope. I smell it about you. Is it... Wolf? Bear? Hyena? Fox?"
Morbius grimaces staying silent for a while. "That's none of your business..."
"okay."
Morbius goes back to sharpening his sword. "What's your deal?"
"Deal?"
"What's your problem? Why are you poking your nose in other people's business?"
"I'm a blood hunter. I need to know if you're what I should be hunting."
"I could say the same to you. I'm a Horrowsbane- we invented monster hunting."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*let's say under adders tree (I know it's not his it's just the one he's on a bunch)*
Arrow walks up brushing her hands on her leather armour, "So, I see widil baby is in a bad mood huh?"
"What did you just call me?" Spawn glares at Arrow. "I wonder how you'd taste after an hour on a smoker..."
*like chicken? Also, not cool, no cooking aarakocra, and someone's not happy about that..."
"HEY!" An arrow shoots into the tree, an inch away from Spawn's neck. "Watch who you think you can cook, buddy!"
"It'll take more than a pointy twig to take care of me, wild-wings." Spawn chuckles.
"That's a warning shot," Tevelin says angrily from her place in the sky. "And watch who you're calling wild-wings, Leg-ripper!!"
"Legs taste good- chicken legs probably taste better." Spawn shrugs.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*let's say under adders tree (I know it's not his it's just the one he's on a bunch)*
Arrow walks up brushing her hands on her leather armour, "So, I see widil baby is in a bad mood huh?"
"What did you just call me?" Spawn glares at Arrow. "I wonder how you'd taste after an hour on a smoker..."
*like chicken? Also, not cool, no cooking aarakocra, and someone's not happy about that..."
"HEY!" An arrow shoots into the tree, an inch away from Spawn's neck. "Watch who you think you can cook, buddy!"
"It'll take more than a pointy twig to take care of me, wild-wings." Spawn chuckles.
"Protective dome, and I called you that cuz you apparently can't grasp the basics of communication and always seem to be throwing tantrums."
"I'm not throwing a tantrum. I'm sulking. There's a difference." Spawn shrugs. "I'm naturally angry. Deal with it or piss off."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
She turns around facing Zylna again, "I know goblins can be dumb but how you not know sarcasm?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Deal?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"What did you just call me?" Spawn glares at Arrow. "I wonder how you'd taste after an hour on a smoker..."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"What's your problem? Why are you poking your nose in other people's business?"
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*like chicken? Also, not cool, no cooking aarakocra, and someone's not happy about that..."
"HEY!" An arrow shoots into the tree, an inch away from Spawn's neck. "Watch who you think you can cook, buddy!"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"I'm a blood hunter. I need to know if you're what I should be hunting."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Protective dome, and I called you that cuz you apparently can't grasp the basics of communication and always seem to be throwing tantrums."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"It'll take more than a pointy twig to take care of me, wild-wings." Spawn chuckles.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Zylna smiled. "Wanna know why I don't want 'help'?"
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.
"That's a warning shot," Tevelin says angrily from her place in the sky. "And watch who you're calling wild-wings, Leg-ripper!!"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Protective dome, and I called you that cuz you apparently can't grasp the basics of communication and always seem to be throwing tantrums."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yes, it's kind of idiotic that you don't."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Zylna reached behind her head and loosened the bandages, which fall around her neck. On her cheek, seemingly seared into her skin, are the big, bold letters: S L A V E
"I'm free now, so I'm gonna live how I wanna live, without anyone telling me any different." Zylna chuckled as she fixed the bandages back into place.
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.
*pathetic, Thara's 6'11" lol*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I could say the same to you. I'm a Horrowsbane- we invented monster hunting."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*He's human dude*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Legs taste good- chicken legs probably taste better." Spawn shrugs.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"I'm not throwing a tantrum. I'm sulking. There's a difference." Spawn shrugs. "I'm naturally angry. Deal with it or piss off."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Shut up. Now." Arrow says, angered
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.