Two teenagers run through the forest, the sound of dogs are in the distant as they appear in the taverns sight.
The one leading the way is a young lad standing 6'2. He has fair skin, dark grey eyes, and short but fluffy brown hair. He wears a football jacket made of black and red fabric with the name "Joseph" tagged on the back in red lettering. He also wears a white tank-top, long black camo pants, thick boots, and a hunting blade in a sheath that is hidden in his pocket. His hood of his jacket is over his head as he waits for someone who is behind him.
The person who is catching up is a female who stands 5'4. She had dyed blue hair that is kept long and spills out from under her hoodies hood. She wears a black hoodie with the name of some town in neon green letters but so much dirt covers it that its hard to tell what the name was. She also wears black pants, blue sneakers, and no revealed weapons at this time.
The two stop to catch their breath before the male one looks around "I don't here em anymore, I think were all good" he said as if trying to calm his friend. The female nods and sits on a rock, taking a breather.
Yazrin is training on the field, having switched back to his swords, and looks mildly concerned about them as he parries a powerful overhand chop from a target before retaliating with three powerful hits that send it reeling before it collapses in a pile.
Joseph narrows his eyes at Yazrin.
He dives into a forward roll to dodge a cut that should've taken off his head, coming up between the two remaining targets, and stabbing both in the sides, up through the lung and into the heart. He pulls the blades out as both targets collapse into piles of nothing more the pieces of armor. He then stands up, spinning his blades over in his hands a couple times before sliding them back into their sheaths from one of the rotations.
Two teenagers run through the forest, the sound of dogs are in the distant as they appear in the taverns sight.
The one leading the way is a young lad standing 6'2. He has fair skin, dark grey eyes, and short but fluffy brown hair. He wears a football jacket made of black and red fabric with the name "Joseph" tagged on the back in red lettering. He also wears a white tank-top, long black camo pants, thick boots, and a hunting blade in a sheath that is hidden in his pocket. His hood of his jacket is over his head as he waits for someone who is behind him.
The person who is catching up is a female who stands 5'4. She had dyed blue hair that is kept long and spills out from under her hoodies hood. She wears a black hoodie with the name of some town in neon green letters but so much dirt covers it that its hard to tell what the name was. She also wears black pants, blue sneakers, and no revealed weapons at this time.
The two stop to catch their breath before the male one looks around "I don't here em anymore, I think were all good" he said as if trying to calm his friend. The female nods and sits on a rock, taking a breather.
Yazrin is training on the field, having switched back to his swords, and looks mildly concerned about them as he parries a powerful overhand chop from a target before retaliating with three powerful hits that send it reeling before it collapses in a pile.
Joseph narrows his eyes at Yazrin.
He dives into a forward roll to dodge a cut that should've taken off his head, coming up between the two remaining targets, and stabbing both in the sides, up through the lung and into the heart. He pulls the blades out as both targets collapse into piles of nothing more the pieces of armor. He then stands up, spinning his blades over in his hands a couple times before sliding them back into their sheaths from one of the rotations.
He rolls his eyes and ushers his sister inside
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Two teenagers run through the forest, the sound of dogs are in the distant as they appear in the taverns sight.
The one leading the way is a young lad standing 6'2. He has fair skin, dark grey eyes, and short but fluffy brown hair. He wears a football jacket made of black and red fabric with the name "Joseph" tagged on the back in red lettering. He also wears a white tank-top, long black camo pants, thick boots, and a hunting blade in a sheath that is hidden in his pocket. His hood of his jacket is over his head as he waits for someone who is behind him.
The person who is catching up is a female who stands 5'4. She had dyed blue hair that is kept long and spills out from under her hoodies hood. She wears a black hoodie with the name of some town in neon green letters but so much dirt covers it that its hard to tell what the name was. She also wears black pants, blue sneakers, and no revealed weapons at this time.
The two stop to catch their breath before the male one looks around "I don't here em anymore, I think were all good" he said as if trying to calm his friend. The female nods and sits on a rock, taking a breather.
Ken walks up to the two *with umbrella if it's out the safety, without if inside it.* "Who are you two? And would you be alright?"
They seem quiet, either jot wanting to respond or scared too. The girl speaks up "we... Will be alright" she said and nodded. The male rolled his eyes but said nothing.
She nods at her head at the first but tilts her head at the latter.
The girl speaks up a bit more "Im Jackie.... This is my brother Joseph".
"Kensuri Inimaka," She does a Japanese bow, "Ken works though."
"Its nice to meet you" Jackie said "do you know if there are rooms here?"
"Yes, you can pay for a room, necessities, & other items at the tavern, the other items are just few practical or basic things though, it's not a store after all."
Jackie smiles and nods politely. Her brother comes over and whispers in her ear. (You can roll perception to hear some of their hushed conversation)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Two teenagers run through the forest, the sound of dogs are in the distant as they appear in the taverns sight.
The one leading the way is a young lad standing 6'2. He has fair skin, dark grey eyes, and short but fluffy brown hair. He wears a football jacket made of black and red fabric with the name "Joseph" tagged on the back in red lettering. He also wears a white tank-top, long black camo pants, thick boots, and a hunting blade in a sheath that is hidden in his pocket. His hood of his jacket is over his head as he waits for someone who is behind him.
The person who is catching up is a female who stands 5'4. She had dyed blue hair that is kept long and spills out from under her hoodies hood. She wears a black hoodie with the name of some town in neon green letters but so much dirt covers it that its hard to tell what the name was. She also wears black pants, blue sneakers, and no revealed weapons at this time.
The two stop to catch their breath before the male one looks around "I don't here em anymore, I think were all good" he said as if trying to calm his friend. The female nods and sits on a rock, taking a breather.
Yazrin is training on the field, having switched back to his swords, and looks mildly concerned about them as he parries a powerful overhand chop from a target before retaliating with three powerful hits that send it reeling before it collapses in a pile.
Joseph narrows his eyes at Yazrin.
He dives into a forward roll to dodge a cut that should've taken off his head, coming up between the two remaining targets, and stabbing both in the sides, up through the lung and into the heart. He pulls the blades out as both targets collapse into piles of nothing more the pieces of armor. He then stands up, spinning his blades over in his hands a couple times before sliding them back into their sheaths from one of the rotations.
He rolls his eyes and ushers his sister inside
He shakes his head sadly. You two on the run from something, I take it?
Two teenagers run through the forest, the sound of dogs are in the distant as they appear in the taverns sight.
The one leading the way is a young lad standing 6'2. He has fair skin, dark grey eyes, and short but fluffy brown hair. He wears a football jacket made of black and red fabric with the name "Joseph" tagged on the back in red lettering. He also wears a white tank-top, long black camo pants, thick boots, and a hunting blade in a sheath that is hidden in his pocket. His hood of his jacket is over his head as he waits for someone who is behind him.
The person who is catching up is a female who stands 5'4. She had dyed blue hair that is kept long and spills out from under her hoodies hood. She wears a black hoodie with the name of some town in neon green letters but so much dirt covers it that its hard to tell what the name was. She also wears black pants, blue sneakers, and no revealed weapons at this time.
The two stop to catch their breath before the male one looks around "I don't here em anymore, I think were all good" he said as if trying to calm his friend. The female nods and sits on a rock, taking a breather.
Yazrin is training on the field, having switched back to his swords, and looks mildly concerned about them as he parries a powerful overhand chop from a target before retaliating with three powerful hits that send it reeling before it collapses in a pile.
Joseph narrows his eyes at Yazrin.
He dives into a forward roll to dodge a cut that should've taken off his head, coming up between the two remaining targets, and stabbing both in the sides, up through the lung and into the heart. He pulls the blades out as both targets collapse into piles of nothing more the pieces of armor. He then stands up, spinning his blades over in his hands a couple times before sliding them back into their sheaths from one of the rotations.
He rolls his eyes and ushers his sister inside
He shakes his head sadly. You two on the run from something, I take it?
He remains quiet "keep that nose someplace else before you loose it"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[[ Myrn: not another one… [[1gp ]] my life ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Lore looks down and seems to shift a bit.
"IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He dives into a forward roll to dodge a cut that should've taken off his head, coming up between the two remaining targets, and stabbing both in the sides, up through the lung and into the heart. He pulls the blades out as both targets collapse into piles of nothing more the pieces of armor. He then stands up, spinning his blades over in his hands a couple times before sliding them back into their sheaths from one of the rotations.
"No. I have no quarrel with you, unless you have any major problems with me being a Demon Lord."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I want bloodshed, I want murder, I want lies and mystery, I was carnage. AND GOOD GOLLY GOSH IM GOING TO CREATE IT*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
[[ HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*oh yeah speaking of which where's Myrn? It wingman time :)*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“I’ll take a demon lord over a fiend hunter any day of the week”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*oh [1gp], uh, totally unrelated & NOT in the manner of a sacrifice.*
Laci is taking a fly around, outside the safety.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He rolls his eyes and ushers his sister inside
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Myrn is on the roof making lil shaped clouds
[[ :] ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Hm, most devils I meet are quick to want me eradicated, its interesting to see a switch up in that." He finally turns around to her.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Jackie smiles and nods politely. Her brother comes over and whispers in her ear. (You can roll perception to hear some of their hushed conversation)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“My only interest lies with torturing souls that dare to fight me, so, if you have no quarrel with me, I don’t have one with you”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He shakes his head sadly. You two on the run from something, I take it?
"Are you alright? Comfortable, or would you like to be set down?"
"You couldn't kill a wet paper bag."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*I want BLOOD, I WANT MURDER, I WANT DECEIT, I WANT A COOKIE, AND BY THE NINE HELLS I WILL HAVE IT*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He remains quiet "keep that nose someplace else before you loose it"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Im fine" she said and smiled.
"YESICOULDYOUFATPERSON"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ok dudes and dudettes. I need sleep. I shall post later :)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]