Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
Darius has joined them, moving from tree to tree, keeping pace. He has his stone age weapons on him, his greatsword and spear on his back, his shortswords at his sides.
*Sorry I missed this*
"Come on!" he shouts, cutting down skeletons that get in his way
*Don't worry bout it dude.*
Any skeletons that get close are crunched by his bare hands as he follows closely behind "I don't know where we are going. You just said we were going to kill the [gp]."
"Just stay close!" he says, skidding to a stop in a clearing, throwing up snow from the force of the stop.
He sits in a tree nearby, taking his bow of his back, the quiver full of arrows "Are we close? Is something wrong?"
He is staring at a huge Minotaur skeleton. "That...that's not cool.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Eh, cowboys, because they're the easiest to put here. If you want anyone else, please ask.*
Sparrow is training with a longsword for a workout just outside of the woods, he's not half as good as he is with Rosemary, but he definitely isn't bad with the sword either. More average than anything because of what he's used to in comparison. Wearing his usual clothes, except his duster and hat.
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
He sees Cathcart, walking amidst the trees and quietly whistling that same old song, not seeming to notice Sparrow.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
Darius has joined them, moving from tree to tree, keeping pace. He has his stone age weapons on him, his greatsword and spear on his back, his shortswords at his sides.
*Sorry I missed this*
"Come on!" he shouts, cutting down skeletons that get in his way
*Don't worry bout it dude.*
Any skeletons that get close are crunched by his bare hands as he follows closely behind "I don't know where we are going. You just said we were going to kill the [gp]."
"Just stay close!" he says, skidding to a stop in a clearing, throwing up snow from the force of the stop.
He sits in a tree nearby, taking his bow of his back, the quiver full of arrows "Are we close? Is something wrong?"
He is staring at a huge Minotaur skeleton. "That...that's not cool.."
"Well that's not good." He jumps down from the tree, taking his greatsword off his back. Init:9
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Eh, cowboys, because they're the easiest to put here. If you want anyone else, please ask.*
Sparrow is training with a longsword for a workout just outside of the woods, he's not half as good as he is with Rosemary, but he definitely isn't bad with the sword either. More average than anything because of what he's used to in comparison. Wearing his usual clothes, except his duster and hat.
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
He sees Cathcart, walking amidst the trees and quietly whistling that same old song, not seeming to notice Sparrow.
He watches Cathcart for a moment before putting his sword over his shoulder, walking over to them, though remaining mostly out of view.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
Darius has joined them, moving from tree to tree, keeping pace. He has his stone age weapons on him, his greatsword and spear on his back, his shortswords at his sides.
*Sorry I missed this*
"Come on!" he shouts, cutting down skeletons that get in his way
*Don't worry bout it dude.*
Any skeletons that get close are crunched by his bare hands as he follows closely behind "I don't know where we are going. You just said we were going to kill the [gp]."
"Just stay close!" he says, skidding to a stop in a clearing, throwing up snow from the force of the stop.
He sits in a tree nearby, taking his bow of his back, the quiver full of arrows "Are we close? Is something wrong?"
He is staring at a huge Minotaur skeleton. "That...that's not cool.."
"Well that's not good." He jumps down from the tree, taking his greatsword off his back. Init:9
Thorfinn: 22
Skeleton: 13
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
"Well said." She chuckles a bit as well. "So, how have you been doing?"
He tilts his hand from side to side
"Yeah, me too." She responds, cracking open the book and flipping to a few of the pages near its end.
"you got something you're stuck on as well?"
"Yeah. It's... It's nothing. Just some slight worry, is all." She looks back at the book, seeming conflicted.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
"Well said." She chuckles a bit as well. "So, how have you been doing?"
He tilts his hand from side to side
"Yeah, me too." She responds, cracking open the book and flipping to a few of the pages near its end.
"you got something you're stuck on as well?"
"Yeah. It's... It's nothing. Just some slight worry, is all." She looks back at the book, seeming conflicted.
"Can I see the book?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I know that's right!" he laughs "Amazing you found that!"
TH's mask shifts from a plain black one to one that resembles a golden heart-shaped on with intricate designs "I only wish to be with you as well."
He finishes his workout soon, before standing next to Stroth, kissing her softly on the forehead.
He laughs with them, putting the glass down beside them "Ain't nowhere we can find stuff like this no more."
He looks up to them, smiling at the mask "That's new, I like it, pretty." He puts his rifle down, crossing his legs "I'm going into town, do you want anything?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Eh, cowboys, because they're the easiest to put here. If you want anyone else, please ask.*
Sparrow is training with a longsword for a workout just outside of the woods, he's not half as good as he is with Rosemary, but he definitely isn't bad with the sword either. More average than anything because of what he's used to in comparison. Wearing his usual clothes, except his duster and hat.
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
He sees Cathcart, walking amidst the trees and quietly whistling that same old song, not seeming to notice Sparrow.
He watches Cathcart for a moment before putting his sword over his shoulder, walking over to them, though remaining mostly out of view.
He still doesn't immediately notice Sparrow, looking down at a paper in his hands for a moment. He can hear him mumbling under his breath as he walks.
"Doesn't look easy to miss. I mean, it's a giant plant. How hard can it be to find a flower?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Enough." he raises his hand, pointing a bony finger at him *How much HP does TH have?*
"You feeling okay?" She asked.
*He's at full health right now so 210 and 35 temporary hit points. On top of it, any damage by spells is halved and is immune to any attacks from nonmagical weapons.*
He stands there, chuckling "Go ahead and try."
He nods. "I feel great."
*Ah okay.*
"Fall." he says. He casts power word kill. Half 79
"Thats good, thats great actually." She chirps.
He chuckles "That was pathetic. Truly. You think that would hurt me?" He walks up to them. "There lived a crook man, who made a crooke deal.." His arms and legs begin to crack, bending and growing in unnatural ways "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel.." his neck extends a few feet, bending in different angles "He stole a crooked child who cried a crooked squeal.." he reaches out, his extremely long fingers wrapping around the Litch. His face is now in view with empty eye sockets, an extremely disturbing grin covering his face "And that crooked little man was broken on the wheel."
"Enough." he raises his hand, pointing a bony finger at him *How much HP does TH have?*
"You feeling okay?" She asked.
*He's at full health right now so 210 and 35 temporary hit points. On top of it, any damage by spells is halved and is immune to any attacks from nonmagical weapons.*
He stands there, chuckling "Go ahead and try."
He nods. "I feel great."
*Ah okay.*
"Fall." he says. He casts power word kill. Half 79
"Thats good, thats great actually." She chirps.
He chuckles "That was pathetic. Truly. You think that would hurt me?" He walks up to them. "There lived a crook man, who made a crooke deal.." His arms and legs begin to crack, bending and growing in unnatural ways "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel.." his neck extends a few feet, bending in different angles "He stole a crooked child who cried a crooked squeal.." he reaches out, his extremely long fingers wrapping around the Litch. His face is now in view with empty eye sockets, an extremely disturbing grin covering his face "And that crooked little man was broken on the wheel."
He nods.
The Litch laughs. "Prophecies have stated no one can kill me except one person." he chuckles, a knife flashing in his hand, glowing with magic. Attack: 15 Damage: 20
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know that's right!" he laughs "Amazing you found that!"
TH's mask shifts from a plain black one to one that resembles a golden heart-shaped on with intricate designs "I only wish to be with you as well."
He finishes his workout soon, before standing next to Stroth, kissing her softly on the forehead.
He laughs with them, putting the glass down beside them "Ain't nowhere we can find stuff like this no more."
He looks up to them, smiling at the mask "That's new, I like it, pretty." He puts his rifle down, crossing his legs "I'm going into town, do you want anything?"
She grins and looks up at him, her eyes so full of emotion.
"Unless you make it yourself." he shrugs.
"Hm.. I suppose some books I have not read before." He nods, the mask glittering "Or a new whetstone."
Darius follows, flexing hard, the ethereal lioness appearing around Thorfinn (Ancestral guardian). He runs over and swings twice with the greatsword, (Reckless attack). To hit:2822 Damage:13+4 (Psychic) 15
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Eh, cowboys, because they're the easiest to put here. If you want anyone else, please ask.*
Sparrow is training with a longsword for a workout just outside of the woods, he's not half as good as he is with Rosemary, but he definitely isn't bad with the sword either. More average than anything because of what he's used to in comparison. Wearing his usual clothes, except his duster and hat.
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
He sees Cathcart, walking amidst the trees and quietly whistling that same old song, not seeming to notice Sparrow.
He watches Cathcart for a moment before putting his sword over his shoulder, walking over to them, though remaining mostly out of view.
He still doesn't immediately notice Sparrow, looking down at a paper in his hands for a moment. He can hear him mumbling under his breath as he walks.
"Doesn't look easy to miss. I mean, it's a giant plant. How hard can it be to find a flower?"
"Harder than you'd think. Lookin' fer a bounty?" He asks, his arms crossed as he leans against a tree "Try lookin' in town."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Darius follows, flexing hard, the ethereal lioness appearing around Thorfinn (Ancestral guardian). He runs over and swings twice with the greatsword, (Reckless attack). To hit:2822 Damage:13+4 (Psychic) 15
*Oh my God he's just a primordial Godfrey from elden ring*
The Minotaur roars, swinging at Darius.
Attack: 25 Damage: 19
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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He is staring at a huge Minotaur skeleton. "That...that's not cool.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sees Cathcart, walking amidst the trees and quietly whistling that same old song, not seeming to notice Sparrow.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(anyone want to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Well that's not good." He jumps down from the tree, taking his greatsword off his back. Init:9
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Stroth watches him, holding the tiny pony.
"I know that's right!" he laughs "Amazing you found that!"
TH's mask shifts from a plain black one to one that resembles a golden heart-shaped on with intricate designs "I only wish to be with you as well."
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 watches Cathcart for a moment before putting his sword over his shoulder, walking over to them, though remaining mostly out of view.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Thorfinn: 22
Skeleton: 13
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah. It's... It's nothing. Just some slight worry, is all." She looks back at the book, seeming conflicted.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Can I see the book?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He finishes his workout soon, before standing next to Stroth, kissing her softly on the forehead.
He laughs with them, putting the glass down beside them "Ain't nowhere we can find stuff like this no more."
He looks up to them, smiling at the mask "That's new, I like it, pretty." He puts his rifle down, crossing his legs "I'm going into town, do you want anything?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good, Thorfinn can do big damage first.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Thorfinn draws his sword and lunges.
Attack: 15 Damage: 26
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He still doesn't immediately notice Sparrow, looking down at a paper in his hands for a moment. He can hear him mumbling under his breath as he walks.
"Doesn't look easy to miss. I mean, it's a giant plant. How hard can it be to find a flower?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Thats good, thats great actually." She chirps.
He chuckles "That was pathetic. Truly. You think that would hurt me?" He walks up to them. "There lived a crook man, who made a crooke deal.." His arms and legs begin to crack, bending and growing in unnatural ways "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel.." his neck extends a few feet, bending in different angles "He stole a crooked child who cried a crooked squeal.." he reaches out, his extremely long fingers wrapping around the Litch. His face is now in view with empty eye sockets, an extremely disturbing grin covering his face "And that crooked little man was broken on the wheel."
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
*Cut for Omori and Isaac*
"Oh, yeah, sure." She hands the book to him. Its current pages are detailing the different schools of magic and each of their specialties.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods.
The Litch laughs. "Prophecies have stated no one can kill me except one person." he chuckles, a knife flashing in his hand, glowing with magic. Attack: 15 Damage: 20
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She grins and looks up at him, her eyes so full of emotion.
"Unless you make it yourself." he shrugs.
"Hm.. I suppose some books I have not read before." He nods, the mask glittering "Or a new whetstone."
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
Darius follows, flexing hard, the ethereal lioness appearing around Thorfinn (Ancestral guardian). He runs over and swings twice with the greatsword, (Reckless attack). To hit:28 22 Damage:13+4 (Psychic) 15
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Harder than you'd think. Lookin' fer a bounty?" He asks, his arms crossed as he leans against a tree "Try lookin' in town."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh my God he's just a primordial Godfrey from elden ring*
The Minotaur roars, swinging at Darius.
Attack: 25 Damage: 19
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.