A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
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"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
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"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Yes..."
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
Finch stays quiet.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
"Yes!" he chirps "Nearest pool of water, i have to clean my horse of her mud and such." he said and smiled, panting a bit as if he had been running.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Yes..."
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
Finch stays quiet.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
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.
"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
"Do you like it?" Raphael says, giggling at their reaction.
"Of course. You need hugs?"
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"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
"Do you like it?" Raphael says, giggling at their reaction.
"Of course. You need hugs?"
"Yes!"
"Maybe..."
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"Is it... Outside? And... If I ask my father... I likely wouldnt be able to come back.."
"But is there a way to contact from a distance?"
"I... Dont have one..."
"We'll find one. Don't worry."
"Thank you,.Zay, but... Im... Im worried about talking to him..."
"Why? Would you like me to speak for you?"
"You can if youd like.. Im just... Worried theyre mad..."
"I can pretend to have kidnapped you so they'd be mad at me and not you?"
"No! I... I wouldnt want them mad at you...."
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A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
"Yes!" he chirps "Nearest pool of water, i have to clean my horse of her mud and such." he said and smiled, panting a bit as if he had been running.
They direct them to the lake. "Does that help?"
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"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Yes..."
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
Finch stays quiet.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
*Let's assume Finch is in human form now*
"Thanks." Finch looks at the ground.
*my brain, hates me, :))))))*
"I don't know who mistreated you for being a. . . were... bird? But I know there wrong & going to burn in hell. So cheer up, 'cause now you know your friend isn't going to abandon you like that."
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Who is in the main room?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yes!" he chirps "Nearest pool of water, i have to clean my horse of her mud and such." he said and smiled, panting a bit as if he had been running.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Huh, how interesting, where would that be if I could ask?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Let's assume Finch is in human form now*
"Thanks." Finch looks at the ground.
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.
"The place i come from or where i was last? The place i was last was a small dwarf planet named Terathren"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*technically no one for me but I could grab Annie & raillen if you're fine with that.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Raphael, in halfling form, walks in smiling. "Hi, need any help?"
*Want to?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Do you like it?" Raphael says, giggling at their reaction.
"Of course. You need hugs?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not much but if you could try and keep elmo and nicky from bursting in here, that would be nice" she chirped.
*YES BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yes!"
"Maybe..."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"How are you adjusting ma'am?"
(Me realizing they never talked past the original post qe never finished)
"Hm, should have known I wouldn't have any idea of what the place you were going to tell me."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Good so far" she said with another grin "What are you? Not a battle weapon.... no your are aren't you? but what are you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No! I... I wouldnt want them mad at you...."
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)
They direct them to the lake. "Does that help?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She chuckles "Its all good". "Whats your name?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*my brain, hates me, :))))))*
"I don't know who mistreated you for being a. . . were... bird? But I know there wrong & going to burn in hell. So cheer up, 'cause now you know your friend isn't going to abandon you like that."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.