[[ sorry it took me so long to respond, I’m having an imaginary stand up comedy show in my head. My headphones also broke so I need to to something to occupy my brain other than a headache ]]
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.
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.
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.
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.
*Hello everyone and good morrow :] , My back hurts*
Yuri is inside the tavern, in the library, sitting on top of the highest shelf, reading. She is dressed in a white, tunic-like, dress with a silver clasp in the design of a flower. Her auburn hair is braided behind her with vines of silver.
Sinclair is outside. She wears a black crop-top with long sleeves, long black pants, and red sneakers. She is talking to a tiny quasit who wasn't giving her much of an answer to her questions, but rather putting it in riddles.
Lore was outside. She was jogging, for the first time without her dogs. She sat down on a rock to take a breather and to cool off for a few seconds before continuing.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A newcomer with blonde hair and plain clothes is weaving a flower crown in the rafters.
Barachiel is drinking tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is sketching [insert your character here.]
The Reaper *that figure that bara didn't get to interact with* walks in, seeming tired & looking around the tavern, as it's their first time inside it.
A newcomer with blonde hair and plain clothes is weaving a flower crown in the rafters.
Barachiel is drinking tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is sketching [insert your character here.]
The Reaper *that figure that bara didn't get to interact with* walks in, seeming tired & looking around the tavern, as it's their first time inside it.
*I'm gonna have to go off for engi soon, but maybe around 9:00 Eastern Atlantic.*
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.
*Hello everyone and good morrow :] , My back hurts*
Yuri is inside the tavern, in the library, sitting on top of the highest shelf, reading. She is dressed in a white, tunic-like, dress with a silver clasp in the design of a flower. Her auburn hair is braided behind her with vines of silver.
Sinclair is outside. She wears a black crop-top with long sleeves, long black pants, and red sneakers. She is talking to a tiny quasit who wasn't giving her much of an answer to her questions, but rather putting it in riddles.
Lore was outside. She was jogging, for the first time without her dogs. She sat down on a rock to take a breather and to cool off for a few seconds before continuing.
Valian walks into the library, and for once doesn't have a cup of coffee on him, and notices Yuri, "Oh hey its you again, thanks for the fruit."
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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[[ I am. I am also suffering silently. ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*What happened?*
*Also, who are your actives, if any?*
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
[[ got sick. Also remembering dead relatives. The second one is normal]]
Araignée’s drinking a Shirley temple
Webbs… being Webb
And Myrn is in the rafters, half asleep
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ sorry it took me so long to respond, I’m having an imaginary stand up comedy show in my head. My headphones also broke so I need to to something to occupy my brain other than a headache ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ and you’re offline now, f *cries in bed* ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*AND I SHALL AWAKEN ZE THREAD!*
V is sunning on the roof.
Nerima is playing with some bones in a corner.
Sharlene/Wolfe interchangeable.
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.
*Good Morning-tide fellow roleplayer!*
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.
[[ hellœ, I am awake ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ idk what to name my spider wolf character]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
A newcomer with blonde hair and plain clothes is weaving a flower crown in the rafters.
Barachiel is drinking tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is sketching [insert your character here.]
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.
Myrn is in the rafters, half asleep
Theseus is serving people
Webb is doing street magic
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
The newcomer waves and boldly walks on the rafters over to Myrn.
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.
[[ hhh I gtg I’m falling asleep]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“Eh-? Hi”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
The person sits down. "Hello! My name is Finch. What can I call you?"
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.
*alright bye! Maybe start trying to make a sleep schedule!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Hello everyone and good morrow :] , My back hurts*
Yuri is inside the tavern, in the library, sitting on top of the highest shelf, reading. She is dressed in a white, tunic-like, dress with a silver clasp in the design of a flower. Her auburn hair is braided behind her with vines of silver.
Sinclair is outside. She wears a black crop-top with long sleeves, long black pants, and red sneakers. She is talking to a tiny quasit who wasn't giving her much of an answer to her questions, but rather putting it in riddles.
Lore was outside. She was jogging, for the first time without her dogs. She sat down on a rock to take a breather and to cool off for a few seconds before continuing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Reaper *that figure that bara didn't get to interact with* walks in, seeming tired & looking around the tavern, as it's their first time inside it.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I'm gonna have to go off for engi soon, but maybe around 9:00 Eastern Atlantic.*
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.
Valian walks into the library, and for once doesn't have a cup of coffee on him, and notices Yuri, "Oh hey its you again, thanks for the fruit."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.