Heriot comes back, carrying the corpse of a heavy buck over her shoulder, effectively killed, barely any blood on her.
Their head regenerates onto their body, the other head simply turning to dust and blowing away “If you find something just tell me. Thanks for trying.”
"Slow poke." Seasha says as she drops down from a tree, landing beside her kill.
"Will do." he says, shuddering,
Cyvus is in the library, pulling books off the shelf and tossing them into a duffel bag.
Reese is sat at the bar-- well, more like slumped over it.
They drop the buck, smiling slightly “Mine’s bigger, but you won this time.” Beginning to make a small campfire.
“What dude? Is something the issue man?” He sticks his knife back into his leg.
Sanviento is working and reading in the library, his hair covered in what appears to be ichor from celestials as he works on something in his notebook.
Antonio sits down next to them, tilting his head “Hey, are you okay?” His hangover gone.
"I thought you'd say that." She says, beginning to dress her kill.
"That's just... a bit unsettling."
One of the books they are reading is taken from them and tossed into the bag as well.
"Nuh-uh." she says, whining.
She begins to skin her own with a small jagged rock knife “You know me already.”
“What, the fact that nothing can kill me, and that I’m older than your oldest ancestor? [gp] I probably knew your oldest ancestor.”
He looks up from his notebook “If you hadn’t noticed, I was using that, I would like to have it back if you don’t mind.” In his calm, monotone voice.
He looks concerned, even though he doesn’t know them “What’s wrong?”
She chuckles, beginning to cook as well “I’ve dealt with scarier.”
“Don’t worry, they were good people. Most of the time anyway, only a few wars.” He says, smiling softly, not joking.
“Why are you removing every ounce of your own existence from this town? I don’t mean to pry, but it is best to understand someone’s reasoning when they steal a book you’re reading before acting.”
“That sounds like you’re lying, but you don’t have to tell me the truth, I’m just some kid.” He drinks a glass of water.
They have long fancy black robes (kind of a dress, but from like 60 feet away they look exactly like robes), with brown medium hair, a tall build, and bright yellow eyes.
"Hello... "
You look lonely, wanna talk to someone?
*he asks happily*
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Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
She chuckles, beginning to cook as well “I’ve dealt with scarier.”
“Don’t worry, they were good people. Most of the time anyway, only a few wars.” He says, smiling softly, not joking.
“Why are you removing every ounce of your own existence from this town? I don’t mean to pry, but it is best to understand someone’s reasoning when they steal a book you’re reading before acting.”
“That sounds like you’re lying, but you don’t have to tell me the truth, I’m just some kid.” He drinks a glass of water.
"You haven't seen my family. They'd most likely try to kill you on sight." She messes with her mane a bit.
"O-oh, okay..." he says, nodding.
"I have upset somebody I care about, and so I'm erasing myself, as not to upset them in the future by the possible thought of me."
"I... i'm with child, I t-think..." She admits, sighing again.
“Sounds like my kind of family, I would love to see them try, it would remind me of home, or my tribe. My people.”
“Except for one of your cousins, had to gut him for trying to massacre an orphanage. Anyway, got any weed?”
“Are you an idiot?” They says, making the book levitate back to them using telekinesis “Is everyone is this town emotional idiots?” He sighs
He gasps, surprised “Have you told anyone else? What do you plan to do?”
She chuckles, beginning to cook as well “I’ve dealt with scarier.”
“Don’t worry, they were good people. Most of the time anyway, only a few wars.” He says, smiling softly, not joking.
“Why are you removing every ounce of your own existence from this town? I don’t mean to pry, but it is best to understand someone’s reasoning when they steal a book you’re reading before acting.”
“That sounds like you’re lying, but you don’t have to tell me the truth, I’m just some kid.” He drinks a glass of water.
"You haven't seen my family. They'd most likely try to kill you on sight." She messes with her mane a bit.
"O-oh, okay..." he says, nodding.
"I have upset somebody I care about, and so I'm erasing myself, as not to upset them in the future by the possible thought of me."
"I... i'm with child, I t-think..." She admits, sighing again.
“Sounds like my kind of family, I would love to see them try, it would remind me of home, or my tribe. My people.”
“Except for one of your cousins, had to gut him for trying to massacre an orphanage. Anyway, got any weed?”
“Are you an idiot?” They says, making the book levitate back to them using telekinesis “Is everyone is this town emotional idiots?” He sighs
He gasps, surprised “Have you told anyone else? What do you plan to do?”
"You come from a tribe as well?" She tilts her head.
His eyes sink and he shakes his head.
"My actions are justified to me, and that's all that matters... Felix deserves better than an old, stupid f(gp) like me." he says, growling and snatching the book back.
"Haven't told my boyfriend--it's his-- But it's a good thing, it's what we wanted... lots of pups, log cabin and such." She smiles weakly.
“Tribe of fighting [gp], unfortunately I’m the only one left.” She sighs, the meat beginning to cook.
“What do you have? Anything unique?”
He looks to them, incredibly tired with all of this “If you care about someone, and they care about you, they don’t deserve better than you, you deserve to be better for them. Give me my book now.”
“You should tell them, that’s as much their child as it is yours, and you have to work this out together, but what do I know.”
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
She begins to skin her own with a small jagged rock knife “You know me already.”
“What, the fact that nothing can kill me, and that I’m older than your oldest ancestor? [gp] I probably knew your oldest ancestor.”
He looks up from his notebook “If you hadn’t noticed, I was using that, I would like to have it back if you don’t mind.” In his calm, monotone voice.
He looks concerned, even though he doesn’t know them “What’s wrong?”
*Cut for Salem.*
She chuckles, beginning to cook as well “I’ve dealt with scarier.”
“Don’t worry, they were good people. Most of the time anyway, only a few wars.” He says, smiling softly, not joking.
“Why are you removing every ounce of your own existence from this town? I don’t mean to pry, but it is best to understand someone’s reasoning when they steal a book you’re reading before acting.”
“That sounds like you’re lying, but you don’t have to tell me the truth, I’m just some kid.” He drinks a glass of water.
You look lonely, wanna talk to someone?
*he asks happily*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
“Sounds like my kind of family, I would love to see them try, it would remind me of home, or my tribe. My people.”
“Except for one of your cousins, had to gut him for trying to massacre an orphanage. Anyway, got any weed?”
“Are you an idiot?” They says, making the book levitate back to them using telekinesis “Is everyone is this town emotional idiots?” He sighs
He gasps, surprised “Have you told anyone else? What do you plan to do?”
“Tribe of fighting [gp], unfortunately I’m the only one left.” She sighs, the meat beginning to cook.
“What do you have? Anything unique?”
He looks to them, incredibly tired with all of this “If you care about someone, and they care about you, they don’t deserve better than you, you deserve to be better for them. Give me my book now.”
“You should tell them, that’s as much their child as it is yours, and you have to work this out together, but what do I know.”
*Dredge is a really good game actually .*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(It is :> )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*good morning everyone.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Goob mornung. RP?*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Hello Ghosty brethren. Yes, I shall devour whatever you put out.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Cherry is in the inn getting drunk
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
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Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.