Thirteen comes inside the tavern and sits down heavily. "Got any nachos? I have xorn rubies."
Szathk looks up.
"What happened?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Most people believe you're in the Shadowfell, including your simulacrum."
"I got lost and also..." He gestures to his leg, which has been ripped open and is a gory, bloody mess. "So I'll be here for the time being."
Szathk licks their lips at the blood, but forces themself to look away.
"Do you want anyone to be notified of your condition?"
"Oh, I'm fine. One time, my entire torso was ripped off, and-- hehe, that's probably against the thread's rules."
"Most likely. Very well. Not even your simulacrum? I could do so easily. Wait, what do you mean, thread?"
"... Ooh, I've said too much. Anyway, I should be alright, unless someone drained all the blood out of my arm..."
"... What?"
"Well, then it would heal wrong and I'd probably need surgery."
"Right... Sure. Nothing I can do to help? I can drink some of that excess blood, if you need."
"Well if you want to, just until it clots."
Szathk licks their lips and bites into Thirteen's neck, holding on maybe a moment longer than necessary.
"Ehh, thanks. My leg should be good soon enough."
"Noo probleeemm..."
They lick their lips again.
"Okayy, that's enough."
"Sssory. Haabitsss..."
"Eh, you're better than a mind flayer."
"Ok..."
Thirteen looks at his leg and snaps his own bone back into place. "MmmmmmmmmmAGHHHHH, that's better. If I bleed any more, I'll bottle it and donate it."
Thirteen comes inside the tavern and sits down heavily. "Got any nachos? I have xorn rubies."
Szathk looks up.
"What happened?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Most people believe you're in the Shadowfell, including your simulacrum."
"I got lost and also..." He gestures to his leg, which has been ripped open and is a gory, bloody mess. "So I'll be here for the time being."
Szathk licks their lips at the blood, but forces themself to look away.
"Do you want anyone to be notified of your condition?"
"Oh, I'm fine. One time, my entire torso was ripped off, and-- hehe, that's probably against the thread's rules."
"Most likely. Very well. Not even your simulacrum? I could do so easily. Wait, what do you mean, thread?"
"... Ooh, I've said too much. Anyway, I should be alright, unless someone drained all the blood out of my arm..."
"... What?"
"Well, then it would heal wrong and I'd probably need surgery."
"Right... Sure. Nothing I can do to help? I can drink some of that excess blood, if you need."
"Well if you want to, just until it clots."
Szathk licks their lips and bites into Thirteen's neck, holding on maybe a moment longer than necessary.
"Ehh, thanks. My leg should be good soon enough."
"Noo probleeemm..."
They lick their lips again.
"Okayy, that's enough."
"Sssory. Haabitsss..."
"Eh, you're better than a mind flayer."
"Ok..."
Thirteen looks at his leg and snaps his own bone back into place. "MmmmmmmmmmAGHHHHH, that's better. If I bleed any more, I'll bottle it and donate it."
"Alright..."
Szathk loses interest and begins to look around the tavern again.
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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.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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"Eh, you're better than a mind flayer."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Ok..."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Thirteen looks at his leg and snaps his own bone back into place. "MmmmmmmmmmAGHHHHH, that's better. If I bleed any more, I'll bottle it and donate it."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Alright..."
Szathk loses interest and begins to look around the tavern again.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Morning!*
Kometh walks downstairs and starts mopping up the blood.
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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.
Roman was inside. He was laid out on a couch, napping a bit. He seemed tired.
(YA KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE STROTH WOULD BE GOOD HERE)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Zylna sits on the head of the couch like a cat, waiting patiently.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Roman blinks his eyes and groans "WHAAAAT"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You know what."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Just guessing here, but I think you got the wrong thread, bud.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*You are very correct*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Roman grumbled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Zylna stared intently.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Christ, LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I TAKE YOU AND THROW AS BAIT FOR A PURPLE WORM"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No. Answer me and I'll be gone".
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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 grabs her by the back of the neck
str: 17
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She slips out easily. "Nice try, answer me. What was the place? Why did you go? Why weren't you supposed to?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Kometh watches, feeling deep sympathy for Roman.
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.
"Leave me alone!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kometh stands up. "Zylna, please stop pestering him. You guys should probably eat something."
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.