"It just means that my ideals don't align with my former god's anymore."
"Oh, hm, that doesn't sound fair."
"It isn't."
"Wow, what the hell? Well you've been okay right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Why did you bring up Raphael earlier?"
*Raxern doesn't know?*
Barachiel waves his hand. "Wrong person. How have you been?"
*Nope, :)*
"Alright, some girl thinks I should perform to audiences."
*The drama!*
"You play an instrument?"
*Well Raxern is rising, that's why he's not being a jerk or just burning everything right now, so it's not going to be something HUGE, but -evil grin-*
"Yeah, guitar, let me guess you want to hear something? I'll go get it." He gets out the tree & goes inside to grab it, walking back out soon tuning it.
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.
"It just means that my ideals don't align with my former god's anymore."
"Oh, hm, that doesn't sound fair."
"It isn't."
"Wow, what the hell? Well you've been okay right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Why did you bring up Raphael earlier?"
*Raxern doesn't know?*
Barachiel waves his hand. "Wrong person. How have you been?"
*Nope, :)*
"Alright, some girl thinks I should perform to audiences."
*The drama!*
"You play an instrument?"
*Well Raxern is rising, that's why he's not being a jerk or just burning everything right now, so it's not going to be something HUGE, but -evil grin-*
"Yeah, guitar, let me guess you want to hear something? I'll go get it." He gets out the tree & goes inside to grab it, walking back out soon tuning it.
Barachiel waits patiently.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
"It just means that my ideals don't align with my former god's anymore."
"Oh, hm, that doesn't sound fair."
"It isn't."
"Wow, what the hell? Well you've been okay right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Why did you bring up Raphael earlier?"
*Raxern doesn't know?*
Barachiel waves his hand. "Wrong person. How have you been?"
*Nope, :)*
"Alright, some girl thinks I should perform to audiences."
*The drama!*
"You play an instrument?"
*Well Raxern is rising, that's why he's not being a jerk or just burning everything right now, so it's not going to be something HUGE, but -evil grin-*
"Yeah, guitar, let me guess you want to hear something? I'll go get it." He gets out the tree & goes inside to grab it, walking back out soon tuning it.
Barachiel waits patiently.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
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.
"It just means that my ideals don't align with my former god's anymore."
"Oh, hm, that doesn't sound fair."
"It isn't."
"Wow, what the hell? Well you've been okay right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Why did you bring up Raphael earlier?"
*Raxern doesn't know?*
Barachiel waves his hand. "Wrong person. How have you been?"
*Nope, :)*
"Alright, some girl thinks I should perform to audiences."
*The drama!*
"You play an instrument?"
*Well Raxern is rising, that's why he's not being a jerk or just burning everything right now, so it's not going to be something HUGE, but -evil grin-*
"Yeah, guitar, let me guess you want to hear something? I'll go get it." He gets out the tree & goes inside to grab it, walking back out soon tuning it.
Barachiel waits patiently.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
"It just means that my ideals don't align with my former god's anymore."
"Oh, hm, that doesn't sound fair."
"It isn't."
"Wow, what the hell? Well you've been okay right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Why did you bring up Raphael earlier?"
*Raxern doesn't know?*
Barachiel waves his hand. "Wrong person. How have you been?"
*Nope, :)*
"Alright, some girl thinks I should perform to audiences."
*The drama!*
"You play an instrument?"
*Well Raxern is rising, that's why he's not being a jerk or just burning everything right now, so it's not going to be something HUGE, but -evil grin-*
"Yeah, guitar, let me guess you want to hear something? I'll go get it." He gets out the tree & goes inside to grab it, walking back out soon tuning it.
Barachiel waits patiently.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
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.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
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.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
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.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
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.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
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.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
Barachiel claps.
"Uh, thank you."
"That was great!"
"Thank you, again." He nods.
"What brings you here?"
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
Raxern is in the rafters, playing his guitar, stopping every now & then to look through his book on kindness.
The Reaper is taking a last look around the tavern, both inside & outside, for their last time.
Laci is flying above the forest, exploring, flipper his coin while he does so, still catching it.
Yuri is outside. She is painting the scenery around her while watching the rolling hills.
Scoob is outside. She is meditating quietly.
Allison suddenly appears next to the tavern, her arm around Krathian's midsection. "Overshot the destination a bit" she muttered and kept a tight grip on Krathian "Its ok, you'll be fine, your strong" she said and tried to stop worrying.
Raxern is in the rafters, playing his guitar, stopping every now & then to look through his book on kindness.
The Reaper is taking a last look around the tavern, both inside & outside, for their last time.
Yuri is outside. She is painting the scenery around her while watching the rolling hills.
Scoob is outside. She is meditating quietly.
Allison suddenly appears next to the tavern, her arm around Krathian's midsection. "Overshot the destination a bit" she muttered and kept a tight grip on Krathian "Its ok, you'll be fine, your strong" she said and tried to stop worrying.
Gust walks up quietly, & sits down to meditate too.
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Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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Barachiel waits patiently.
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(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.
He climbs back into the tree, only now thinking of what to play, before getting something he sees fit. He plucks a couple times, & turns it into Wrong Side Of Heaven.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Barachiel claps.
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.
Laci is exploring the tavern some, flipping his coin as he does, catching it without fail every time it falls again.
The Reaper is taking one last look around the tavern, both inside and outside before they go.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Uh, thank you."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"That was great!"
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.
"Thank you, again." He nods.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"What brings you 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.
"Originally to further the reach of were my rampage reaches, but now I'm staying here because those who are helping me are here." He continues to pluck at the strings of his guitar.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"That's great." Barachiel scoots to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs.
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.
"What?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"That you're getting help."
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(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.
"Mm, yeah. . ." He's clearly thinking of stuff.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Barachiel watches him.
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(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.
He just lays in the branches plucking his guitar.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*man slooooooow today.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*It turly is*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*yeah.*
Raxern is in the rafters, playing his guitar, stopping every now & then to look through his book on kindness.
The Reaper is taking a look around the tavern, both inside & outside, for their last time.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yuri is outside. She is painting the scenery around her while watching the rolling hills.
Scoob is outside. She is meditating quietly.
Allison suddenly appears next to the tavern, her arm around Krathian's midsection. "Overshot the destination a bit" she muttered and kept a tight grip on Krathian "Its ok, you'll be fine, your strong" she said and tried to stop worrying.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gust walks up quietly, & sits down to meditate too.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.