The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can, the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
*We all know that you're playing David King, Lawrence. Also, is that Pinhead or Deathslinger he's running from?*
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
*Make a perception check*
22
You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
*Theren over here with godly perception*
"Great." Theren waves his hand over his sword which starts to glow blue and brings the sword into a parrying position.
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can, the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
*We all know that you're playing David King, Lawrence. Also, is that Pinhead or Deathslinger he's running from?*
*ACTUALLY :3 Im planning an encounter for halloween for you all :]*
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"
"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
"Um... nothing." he shrugs, leanings against him as he sits down
"wh-" azazel yelps a bit as he's pulled down, before laughing, "Now what are you doing?"
Cold watches and reaches out, patting Aovin's head.
"Being bored because your interrupted my training. I dont even remember the number i was at now because of you" he teased
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
*Make a perception check*
22
You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
*Theren over here with godly perception*
"Great." Theren waves his hand over his sword which starts to glow blue and brings the sword into a parrying position.
The shadows seem to disappear just as quickly as they move, leaving you alone in the silence, only broken by the rustling of tree leaves.
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"
"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
"Um... nothing." he shrugs, leanings against him as he sits down
"wh-" azazel yelps a bit as he's pulled down, before laughing, "Now what are you doing?"
Cold watches and reaches out, patting Aovin's head.
"Being bored because your interrupted my training. I dont even remember the number i was at now because of you" he teased
he sighs, staring out into the trees
"Hmmm, wasn't it 2?" he returns the teasing tone
Cold watches. His owl-like mask staring at Aovin. "What is on your mind?"
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
*Make a perception check*
22
You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
*Theren over here with godly perception*
"Great." Theren waves his hand over his sword which starts to glow blue and brings the sword into a parrying position.
The shadows seem to disappear just as quickly as they move, leaving you alone in the silence, only broken by the rustling of tree leaves.
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
*Make a perception check*
22
You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
*Theren over here with godly perception*
"Great." Theren waves his hand over his sword which starts to glow blue and brings the sword into a parrying position.
The shadows seem to disappear just as quickly as they move, leaving you alone in the silence, only broken by the rustling of tree leaves.
Theren cautiously walks forward.
As you continue walking, you hear running footsteps. In the corner of your eye is a young woman with olive skin, short black hair, and grey-green tanktop. She has scars all over her body.
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
*Make a perception check*
22
You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
*Theren over here with godly perception*
"Great." Theren waves his hand over his sword which starts to glow blue and brings the sword into a parrying position.
The shadows seem to disappear just as quickly as they move, leaving you alone in the silence, only broken by the rustling of tree leaves.
Theren cautiously walks forward.
As you continue walking, you hear running footsteps. In the corner of your eye is a young woman with olive skin, short black hair, and grey-green tanktop. She has scars all over her body.
"Hey! Who are you?" Theren calls still keeping his sword in a protective stance in front of his heart.
*Anyways, Characters! All five of mine are open, so Imma just list 'em!*
Aricyra
Soldaer
Phantom (in moon elf form)
Yazrin
Iralias
A half-elf accidentally walks into Phantom not paying attention to where he is going.
Phantom, surprisingly, considering he looks to be an elf, doesn't move. The Half-elf might as well have bumped into a brick wall.
The half-elf looks up and his face splits into a grin. "Well well well. Long time no see."
Phantom turns at the familiar voice. "Theren? It certainly has been a long time, my friend."
"Yeah it has." Theren says. His left arm is now metal along with his right leg and there seems to be some sort of plating over his heart.
Phantom furrows his brow. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you, my friend? After you died, that is."
"Which time?"
He chuckles. "Fair point. When you died outside the tavern."
"Well I got resurrected. Lost my arm in battle. Then I got used as a seal breaker for the Nameless God who is now loose in the world. And I died after I broke the seal cause the god killed me, then I got semi resurrected and lost my leg and now I'm here. I'm looking for Lore, Raph, Avery, or Serenity."
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"
"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
"Um... nothing." he shrugs, leanings against him as he sits down
"wh-" azazel yelps a bit as he's pulled down, before laughing, "Now what are you doing?"
Cold watches and reaches out, patting Aovin's head.
"Being bored because your interrupted my training. I dont even remember the number i was at now because of you" he teased
he sighs, staring out into the trees
"Hmmm, wasn't it 2?" he returns the teasing tone
Cold watches. His owl-like mask staring at Aovin. "What is on your mind?"
"Don't make me suplex you"
"Its.... its nothing important." he says, looking down at the forest floor
"With the number of situps you did before getting tred, i doubt ya can."
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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*We all know that you're playing David King, Lawrence. Also, is that Pinhead or Deathslinger he's running from?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The half-elf looks up and his face splits into a grin. "Well well well. Long time no see."
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*Theren over here with godly perception*
"Great." Theren waves his hand over his sword which starts to glow blue and brings the sword into a parrying position.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
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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
he sighs, staring out into the trees
"Hmmm, wasn't it 2?" he returns the teasing tone
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
Phantom turns at the familiar voice. "Theren? It certainly has been a long time, my friend."
*Oooohhhh, your character is the killer, not the survivor. Got it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The shadows seem to disappear just as quickly as they move, leaving you alone in the silence, only broken by the rustling of tree leaves.
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
Cold watches. His owl-like mask staring at Aovin. "What is on your mind?"
"Don't make me suplex you"
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
"Yeah it has." Theren says. His left arm is now metal along with his right leg and there seems to be some sort of plating over his heart.
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Theren cautiously walks forward.
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Phantom furrows his brow. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you, my friend? After you died, that is."
"Which time?"
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As you continue walking, you hear running footsteps. In the corner of your eye is a young woman with olive skin, short black hair, and grey-green tanktop. She has scars all over her body.
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
He chuckles. "Fair point. When you died outside the tavern."
"Hey! Who are you?" Theren calls still keeping his sword in a protective stance in front of his heart.
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Kettle is running into the forest, eager to see what is happening.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well I got resurrected. Lost my arm in battle. Then I got used as a seal breaker for the Nameless God who is now loose in the world. And I died after I broke the seal cause the god killed me, then I got semi resurrected and lost my leg and now I'm here. I'm looking for Lore, Raph, Avery, or Serenity."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Its.... its nothing important." he says, looking down at the forest floor
"With the number of situps you did before getting tred, i doubt ya can."
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
Emmet is walking towards the town, brandishing his halberd.
A figure is flickering in the woods.
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.