*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
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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.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Hello. Ill be offline a lot today due to band camp. For note, the rain is still going with heavy wind. Ill be back around 1*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
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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.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
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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.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
*I like to imagine that they're in the middle of the floor, and people are just staring at them.*
She sniffles and tries to sit up.
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*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
*I like to imagine that they're in the middle of the floor, and people are just staring at them.*
She sniffles and tries to sit up.
*Same, Stroth just half-in and half-out of the library doorway while holding on to Zylna, the entire tavern in the main room questioning this*
He lets her, sitting himself up as well.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
*I like to imagine that they're in the middle of the floor, and people are just staring at them.*
She sniffles and tries to sit up.
*Same, Stroth just half-in and half-out of the library doorway while holding on to Zylna, the entire tavern in the main room questioning this*
He lets her, sitting himself up as well.
She wipes her face and stands fully up. "We can't keep doing this."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
*I like to imagine that they're in the middle of the floor, and people are just staring at them.*
She sniffles and tries to sit up.
*Same, Stroth just half-in and half-out of the library doorway while holding on to Zylna, the entire tavern in the main room questioning this*
He lets her, sitting himself up as well.
She wipes her face and stands fully up. "We can't keep doing this."
"But I don't want to let you go" he said, he looked like he was breaking inside.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im pausing a few characters for a bit to work on them but once their done i re-enter them as if nothing happened. But for now i'll enter in the one i worked on the hardest*
A man walked into the tavern. He stood no more than 6'1 and had fair skin with some slightly tanned patches around his nose and cheeks. He had short brown hair that kicked up in the front and bright orange eyes like the flames in hell itself. He wore a tan trench-coat with many many pockets that held all sorts of things, a black button-up shirt, long black trousers, and nice looking dress shoes. He carried in one hand a cane made from glass-like obsidian with a silver crow-like ferrule with amber stones for eyes that gave off an eerie shadow when placed in the back of a light source. Around his neck was a gas mask made of silicone rubber and thick glass lenses. He carried a satchel like bag that gave off a chilling vibe to those who stared at it.
a small crow sat on his shoulder, the crow itself was disturbing. It was jet black with feathers that looked like smoke but were as sharp as steel. It had human-like eyes that were orange in color. The most disturbing aspect of this crow is that it has human teeth in its beak, lined up just like a humans. The crow looked around, smiling at people who it deemed worthy to smile at.
The man stopped in the middle of the room and promptly turned on heel and headed straight for the library as if he had done this millions of times before. The crow on his shoulder suddenly vanished as he entered the library and sat down on one of the sofa's, promptly summoning unseen servants to gather as many books they could find about a subject and gave them to him.
*Ight, I get her ready again.*
A Zylna drops from the rafter into his lap and slapped him... about 6 times.
Stroth sighs "I do suppose i deserve that"
She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
*I like to imagine that they're in the middle of the floor, and people are just staring at them.*
She sniffles and tries to sit up.
*Same, Stroth just half-in and half-out of the library doorway while holding on to Zylna, the entire tavern in the main room questioning this*
He lets her, sitting himself up as well.
She wipes her face and stands fully up. "We can't keep doing this."
"But I don't want to let you go" he said, he looked like he was breaking inside.
"..." She turned to look at him, looking equally as devastated. "You shouldn't have left me, then."
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She grabbed his collar. "WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME, YOU [GPGPGPGPGPG]?!?!?"
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.
"Off world" he said, rather calmly, despite being slapped.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She slapped him again and hopped off his lap. "DIDN'T YOU FORGET SOMETHING?!" She gestured to herself. "WHY, STROTH? WHY?!?!?" She seemed very close to tears.
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.
He watches her and stoops down to her level, watching her. He boops her nose "Im sorry but i can not risk your life. i care too deeply for you to let you get harmed."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello. Ill be offline a lot today due to band camp. For note, the rain is still going with heavy wind. Ill be back around 1*
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Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
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The tears spilt over. "You're the only one I know in this place, I'd rather die by your side than be abandoned over and over like this." She looked him in the eyes for a moment, silently crying out a waterfall, then turned and slowly walked away.
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.
*Ight, have fun at band camp!*
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.
He reaches out for her but stops and quickly pulls back his hand, biting his lip.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She stops, and without turning, spoke out. "This feeling, Stroth.... it's worse than the torture I went through as a slave." And on that note, she walks out.
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.
Stroth stood up and imminently grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug. He ends up being in motion for to long and falls through the doorway, landing on his back to protect her. "Im sorry. Im so sorry. I know these are just and words mean nothing without action but I am sorry" he said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She just laid limply in his arms and cried.
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.
He laid there on the floor, hugging her tightly. He couldn't offer any words to console her so he just hugged her with all he had.
*Was I the only one who felt like that was a anime moment?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nope, it has anime vibes for me as well.*
After a while, she just couldn't cry anymore, so she just laid there silently.
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.
She pats her back "Shhhhh" he said like a father to a child who was upset.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I like to imagine that they're in the middle of the floor, and people are just staring at them.*
She sniffles and tries to sit up.
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.
*Same, Stroth just half-in and half-out of the library doorway while holding on to Zylna, the entire tavern in the main room questioning this*
He lets her, sitting himself up as well.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A bird is huddled in the rafters to escape from the rain.
Barachiel is drinking tea and looking out the window.
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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 wipes her face and stands fully up. "We can't keep doing this."
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.
"But I don't want to let you go" he said, he looked like he was breaking inside.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"..." She turned to look at him, looking equally as devastated. "You shouldn't have left me, then."
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.