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*wow, somehow the school has allowed me to get on there. It keeping loading*
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
*I've been bothering xan a lot, and looks like he's trying to do a murder, so i'll leave him be for a bit*
Aovin is also in the woods, but has no clue Cold is there, just enjoying the fact that he can be away from everything in there
Azazel is walking by, but then stops and watches Adder exercise
Cold watches and suddenly appears beside him "Hello"
Adder is up to about 98 before stopping and lying on the grass, panting.
Aovin jumps, falling onto his sude, "Cold! warnings please"
Azazel smiles, "Need something to drink?"
"Sorry" the tiefling says and smiled a bit under his mask.
"Ill be fine..." he said and chuckled "You forget i can go days on end without needing to drink or eat"
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
Emmet starts a little. "O-Okay."
"There are to many people in this world and its getting crowded" he said and keeps direct eye contact with Emmet
Emmet winces. "So... Who?"
"I haven't decided yet" he says "Maybe but this is the anger talking but it could be you" he joked a bit
Emmet visibly steels himself. His left hand stops shaking. "If you so wish."
Xan smiles "Consider this a test of loyalty" he said
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.
A half-elf cloaked in a forest green cloak walks into the tavern. His metal arm gleams strangely and there is the occasional thunk when his leg strikes the floor. A longsword is sheathed at his hip as he sits down with a sigh and takes a small drink from a hip flask.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
Emmet starts a little. "O-Okay."
"There are to many people in this world and its getting crowded" he said and keeps direct eye contact with Emmet
Emmet winces. "So... Who?"
"I haven't decided yet" he says "Maybe but this is the anger talking but it could be you" he joked a bit
Emmet visibly steels himself. His left hand stops shaking. "If you so wish."
Xan smiles "Consider this a test of loyalty" he said
"Who, Where, When."
"Whoever you want" he said with a grin "Call it a treat"
A half-elf cloaked in a forest green cloak walks into the tavern. His metal arm gleams strangely and there is the occasional thunk when his leg strikes the floor. A longsword is sheathed at his hip as he sits down with a sigh and takes a small drink from a hip flask.
A half-elf cloaked in a forest green cloak walks into the tavern. His metal arm gleams strangely and there is the occasional thunk when his leg strikes the floor. A longsword is sheathed at his hip as he sits down with a sigh and takes a small drink from a hip flask.
Adder looks over and tilts his head in confusion
The half-elf looks up and the face looks strangely familiar. Like the person that the face belongs to is supposed to be DEAD.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
*I've been bothering xan a lot, and looks like he's trying to do a murder, so i'll leave him be for a bit*
Aovin is also in the woods, but has no clue Cold is there, just enjoying the fact that he can be away from everything in there
Azazel is walking by, but then stops and watches Adder exercise
Cold watches and suddenly appears beside him "Hello"
Adder is up to about 98 before stopping and lying on the grass, panting.
Aovin jumps, falling onto his sude, "Cold! warnings please"
Azazel smiles, "Need something to drink?"
"Sorry" the tiefling says and smiled a bit under his mask.
"Ill be fine..." he said and chuckled "You forget i can go days on end without needing to drink or eat"
A half-elf cloaked in a forest green cloak walks into the tavern. His metal arm gleams strangely and there is the occasional thunk when his leg strikes the floor. A longsword is sheathed at his hip as he sits down with a sigh and takes a small drink from a hip flask.
Adder looks over and tilts his head in confusion
The half-elf looks up and the face looks strangely familiar. Like the person that the face belongs to is supposed to be DEAD.
A half-elf cloaked in a forest green cloak walks into the tavern. His metal arm gleams strangely and there is the occasional thunk when his leg strikes the floor. A longsword is sheathed at his hip as he sits down with a sigh and takes a small drink from a hip flask.
Adder looks over and tilts his head in confusion
The half-elf looks up and the face looks strangely familiar. Like the person that the face belongs to is supposed to be DEAD.
*Magic*
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*>-> speakth. I want to hear-eth*
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
*hmmm*
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*It has to do with a character. I will post intro now*
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"Sorry" the tiefling says and smiled a bit under his mask.
"Ill be fine..." he said and chuckled "You forget i can go days on end without needing to drink or eat"
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, Where, When."
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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.
*HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO*
A half-elf cloaked in a forest green cloak walks into the tavern. His metal arm gleams strangely and there is the occasional thunk when his leg strikes the floor. A longsword is sheathed at his hip as he sits down with a sigh and takes a small drink from a hip flask.
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"Whoever you want" he said with a grin "Call it a treat"
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
Adder looks over and tilts his head in confusion
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
The half-elf looks up and the face looks strangely familiar. Like the person that the face belongs to is supposed to be DEAD.
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*Good morning all! Been a bit occupied with a DnD Lore MC Server, lol. So much fun, and so much going down.*
*ELENDON!*
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"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
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
Adder waves hesitantly
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
*THEREN!! :D*
Rani is at the edge of the forest, blasting a dead tree.
Azul is floating in the inn, looking at the people around him.
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*everyones returning :D*
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
The half-elf waves back cracking a small smile
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*-spooky dnace-*
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
*How has thou been?*
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