Allison drags her out of her room and down the stairs carefully.
Atemos looks mildly worried.
Allison waves, she is still a bit groggy
“You.. alright there?”
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A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
Allison is asleep upstairs. she is curled into a little ball underneath ten blankets and twenty pillows.
Adder is on the roof. He is drunk at the moment.
*Oh, thank god I was able to think of something, I C R A V E the RP.*
A loud thud can be heard through the walls.
*XD*
Allison opens one of her eyes sleepily and yawns. She stands up and walks to her door, peering out of it.
Across the hall, one door seems to be creaking open slightly.
She goes up to it and opens it, rubbing an eye "Love, do you think you may keep it down a tad?"
Sharlene was sprawled on the floor, having fallen from her handstand stance. Her steady and light breathing indicated that she was sleeping.
"Oh dear..." Allison said, placing her hands on her hips and sighing.
Her hand twitched a bit in her sleep.
"oh dear..." she repeated and walked over, picking her up
Sharlene was very heavy in her sleeping form due to all the muscles, but she was able to be picked up.
Allison drags her out of her room and down the stairs carefully.
About halfway down the steps her eyes pop open and look up and Allison, the beginnings of suspicion glinting in her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"You were the one who woke me up" Allison said
Sharlene glared at her. "Does that mean you get to carry my unconscious body..." She looks around. "... out of my room and halfway down some steps?"
Allison dumps her on the floor "Then you can walk the rest of the way". Allison was not a southern bell in the mornings.
A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
Allison is asleep upstairs. she is curled into a little ball underneath ten blankets and twenty pillows.
Adder is on the roof. He is drunk at the moment.
*Oh, thank god I was able to think of something, I C R A V E the RP.*
A loud thud can be heard through the walls.
*XD*
Allison opens one of her eyes sleepily and yawns. She stands up and walks to her door, peering out of it.
Across the hall, one door seems to be creaking open slightly.
She goes up to it and opens it, rubbing an eye "Love, do you think you may keep it down a tad?"
Sharlene was sprawled on the floor, having fallen from her handstand stance. Her steady and light breathing indicated that she was sleeping.
"Oh dear..." Allison said, placing her hands on her hips and sighing.
Her hand twitched a bit in her sleep.
"oh dear..." she repeated and walked over, picking her up
Sharlene was very heavy in her sleeping form due to all the muscles, but she was able to be picked up.
Allison drags her out of her room and down the stairs carefully.
About halfway down the steps her eyes pop open and look up and Allison, the beginnings of suspicion glinting in her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"You were the one who woke me up" Allison said
Sharlene glared at her. "Does that mean you get to carry my unconscious body..." She looks around. "... out of my room and halfway down some steps?"
Allison dumps her on the floor "Then you can walk the rest of the way". Allison was not a southern bell in the mornings.
Sharlene flipped onto her feet, all the more impressive looking on stairs, and continued to walk down them. "See ya, then. I'mma go drink, then do some more training."
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A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Sharlene flipped onto her feet, all the more impressive looking on stairs, and continued to walk down them. "See ya, then. I'mma go drink, then do some more training."
Atemos raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think drinking before training is a good idea.”
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A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
Sharlene flipped onto her feet, all the more impressive looking on stairs, and continued to walk down them. "See ya, then. I'mma go drink, then do some more training."
Atemos raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think drinking before training is a good idea.”
Sharlene glared at him. "I've done it all this time, do I look like I care?"
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A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
A woman with snow white hair and magenta eyes smiles and greets him. She’s wearing full plate armor. “Do you need any help?”
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A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
Thirteen's face is contorted in frustration, his hand shaking so he's spilling a lot of his elf tea. "CUT THAT RACKET!!!!!" Thirteen yells.
*I've decided to make Thirteen act like an old man this morning*
A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
He looks up, His skull face turning to face her.
She continues to play the song she was on. When she finished, she walked over. "You new?"
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A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
Thirteen's face is contorted in frustration, his hand shaking so he's spilling a lot of his elf tea. "CUT THAT RACKET!!!!!" Thirteen yells.
*I've decided to make Thirteen act like an old man this morning*
Wolfe just keeps on Rockin'!
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
A woman with snow white hair and magenta eyes smiles and greets him. She’s wearing full plate armor. “Do you need any help?”
"... im not sure..." she said, setting his rod aside.
A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
He looks up, His skull face turning to face her.
She continues to play the song she was on. When she finished, she walked over. "You new?"
"You could say that..." he said, placing his rod to the side.
“You.. alright there?”
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Caramel looks up at Taceli. "Oh yeh, the kobold... I remembered her as less confident... something must have changed..."
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.
Allison dumps her on the floor "Then you can walk the rest of the way". Allison was not a southern bell in the mornings.
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
Sharlene flipped onto her feet, all the more impressive looking on stairs, and continued to walk down them. "See ya, then. I'mma go drink, then do some more training."
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.
Taceli gives Caramel a nice, big smile.
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.
A man, about 6'2, seems to appears out of nowhere. His skin is jet black and has the texture of ash, boney fingers seem to barely hold on to the ashy flesh that is upon them. He has a skull-like face is sunken in with dark eye sockets that once held eyes but no longer do, the skull rotten boney teeth are dark grey in color as if he has eaten pure coal. He wears nothing but a tattered black cloak and a heavy metal vest of some type. The vest looks military in nature but seems to lock around him in protective way. He carries a thin dark metal pole with some sort of inscribed writing on its hilt. Black steel chains wrap around his waist, neck, ankles and wrists as he slowly begins to take first steps into this bright new world. He holds up a hand to his nonexistent eyes to cover them from the fading sun as he walks through the forest.
"Gravity is different here.." he mutters, seeming to stumble a bit as he walks as if he is trying to maintain balance. He uses his rod to hold himself up like an extra leg as he continues.
He walks into the tavern, still using his rod as a extra leg. He sighs and finally sits down at a table.
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
Atemos raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think drinking before training is a good idea.”
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Wolfe is nearby, playing [INSERT GENERIC HEAVY METAL SONG HERE].
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.
jealous oritsu noises
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
Caramel speaks to Taceli with her mind.
Are you
there?
Are we
connected?
*Do you get the Deltarune references?*
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.
He looks up, His skull face turning to face her.
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
Sharlene glared at him. "I've done it all this time, do I look like I care?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A woman with snow white hair and magenta eyes smiles and greets him. She’s wearing full plate armor. “Do you need any help?”
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Umm, I think so?
*I think so.*
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.
Thirteen's face is contorted in frustration, his hand shaking so he's spilling a lot of his elf tea. "CUT THAT RACKET!!!!!" Thirteen yells.
*I've decided to make Thirteen act like an old man this morning*
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.
She continues to play the song she was on. When she finished, she walked over. "You new?"
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.
Wolfe just keeps on Rockin'!
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.
"... im not sure..." she said, setting his rod aside.
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
"You could say that..." he said, placing his rod to the side.
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
Excellent.
Truly
excellent.
Now.
We may
begin.
Caramel is giving off some major creepy vibes.
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.