Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
Rio is submerged, hunting for eels.
Mauric is up there too, covering up his plants to protect them from rain or snow.
The sounds of forging ring loudly through the cold air.
Samaritan reels in another one, ripping it off the hook and killing it instantly.
The Herald tilts his head, watching through the dark eyeholes of his mask.
Luciano looks up, curious and follows it.
Riotan surfaces and clambers onto the dock, shivering. “Guess that’s what you get from swimming in December...”
Mauric doesn’t notice him, too concerned with his assorted herbs and stalks.
Loriche is crafting a very, very, very long chain.
Samaritan chuckles and nods. He takes off his jacket and hands it to him.
"A chef?" he tilts his head, speaking up.
Luciano tilts his head "Hello there."
“Awwwwww, you’re too sweeeet~” He grins widely, sliding on the jacket.
“Oh! Uh…” Mauric turns around. “Y-yeah…?”
“Hi!” She looks up and waves cheerily.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Meanwhile, my other characters, specifically the cowboys, except Thane*
Merabelle is working in the kitchen, and her presence is nearly as commanding as Samaritan's, she may not have had a professional legal job before this, but she knows how to work a kitchen without question. Everyone listens to every order as she requests ingredients for things or handles customers complaints.
Grimes is actually taking some time to enjoy the day, back in the park, breathing in the smell of flowers and snow, his bruises having healed as he plays another game of Dragonchess, this time not by himself, but actually enjoying a game with someone else, who he says goodbye to after a few fun games.
Sparrow has an unlit cigarette in his hand as he sits in front of the Inn, his foot taps absentmindedly as he looks into the distance. He tries to keep himself from smoking, and is doing pretty decent considering he hasn't smoked it yet.
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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.'
*Meanwhile, my other characters, specifically the cowboys, except Thane*
Merabelle is working in the kitchen, and her presence is nearly as commanding as Samaritan's, she may not have had a professional legal job before this, but she knows how to work a kitchen without question. Everyone listens to every order as she requests ingredients for things or handles customers complaints.
Grimes is actually taking some time to enjoy the day, back in the park, breathing in the smell of flowers and snow, his bruises having healed as he plays another game of Dragonchess, this time not by himself, but actually enjoying a game with someone else, who he says goodbye to after a few fun games.
Sparrow has an unlit cigarette in his hand as he sits in front of the Inn, his foot taps absentmindedly as he looks into the distance. He tries to keep himself from smoking, and is doing pretty decent considering he hasn't smoked it yet.
*Anybody?*
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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.'
*Meanwhile, my other characters, specifically the cowboys, except Thane*
Merabelle is working in the kitchen, and her presence is nearly as commanding as Samaritan's, she may not have had a professional legal job before this, but she knows how to work a kitchen without question. Everyone listens to every order as she requests ingredients for things or handles customers complaints.
Grimes is actually taking some time to enjoy the day, back in the park, breathing in the smell of flowers and snow, his bruises having healed as he plays another game of Dragonchess, this time not by himself, but actually enjoying a game with someone else, who he says goodbye to after a few fun games.
Sparrow has an unlit cigarette in his hand as he sits in front of the Inn, his foot taps absentmindedly as he looks into the distance. He tries to keep himself from smoking, and is doing pretty decent considering he hasn't smoked it yet.
*Anybody?*
Samaritan keeps an eye on her as he works, his voice nearly shaking the kitchen as people scurry around to prepare meals. "BLOODY HELL YOU [GP], I TOLD YOU NOT TO OVER SEAR THE MEAT!" He yells at a tiefling man. He then sends him to the chopping station to dice vegetables.
The Herald watches him from the shadows, holding something in his hands. He then appears behind him, a hand gently caressing the back of Grimes neck.
Arthur walks over, waving, smiling "Howdy partner!"
*Meanwhile, my other characters, specifically the cowboys, except Thane*
Merabelle is working in the kitchen, and her presence is nearly as commanding as Samaritan's, she may not have had a professional legal job before this, but she knows how to work a kitchen without question. Everyone listens to every order as she requests ingredients for things or handles customers complaints.
Grimes is actually taking some time to enjoy the day, back in the park, breathing in the smell of flowers and snow, his bruises having healed as he plays another game of Dragonchess, this time not by himself, but actually enjoying a game with someone else, who he says goodbye to after a few fun games.
Sparrow has an unlit cigarette in his hand as he sits in front of the Inn, his foot taps absentmindedly as he looks into the distance. He tries to keep himself from smoking, and is doing pretty decent considering he hasn't smoked it yet.
*Anybody?*
*Is this the tavern kitchen or Samaritan's? I'm assuming Samaritan's.*
Felix knocks on the back door, holding a full leather bag with blood and frost on it.
I do so so much! My character, Bookwyrm, isn't getting a lot of attention, so I very much want to have someone to talk about Bookwyrm!
*Gonna mark when you're talking OOC, people have been busy, but here ya go.*
Rag is working out to keep up his muscle mass in the forest, though the ground around him isn't magma, there certainly isn't any snow, the heat radiating off of him nearly overwhelming as he does an inhuman workout, his strength, speed, and every other aspect of his physical abilities beyond nearly anyone else.
*sorry for talking OOC i'm still kinda new to this kind of forum*
Bookwyrm goes into the forest and sees Rag, feeling warmer the closer he gets, though making sure he doesn't interfere with the training that is going on.
"H-h-hi there. I'm Bookwyrm. You're warm." the wizard kobold says.
Samaritan keeps an eye on her as he works, his voice nearly shaking the kitchen as people scurry around to prepare meals. "BLOODY HELL YOU [GP], I TOLD YOU NOT TO OVER SEAR THE MEAT!" He yells at a tiefling man. He then sends him to the chopping station to dice vegetables.
The Herald watches him from the shadows, holding something in his hands. He then appears behind him, a hand gently caressing the back of Grimes neck.
Arthur walks over, waving, smiling "Howdy partner!"
She sees the guy, walking over to the chopping station to help where she can when she isn't cooking anything herself. She minces vegetables with expert skill and speed "Don't worry 'bout it none lil guy, you'll get it right next time."
He looks up as he finishes another game, a smile making it's way onto his face "Oh, hello. Good afternoon." He sets the pieces back up, not noticing the thing they have in their hands, humming softly.
Sparrow waves back to them, putting the cigarette away "Howdy pardner. How ya doin'?"
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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.'
*Meanwhile, my other characters, specifically the cowboys, except Thane*
Merabelle is working in the kitchen, and her presence is nearly as commanding as Samaritan's, she may not have had a professional legal job before this, but she knows how to work a kitchen without question. Everyone listens to every order as she requests ingredients for things or handles customers complaints.
Grimes is actually taking some time to enjoy the day, back in the park, breathing in the smell of flowers and snow, his bruises having healed as he plays another game of Dragonchess, this time not by himself, but actually enjoying a game with someone else, who he says goodbye to after a few fun games.
Sparrow has an unlit cigarette in his hand as he sits in front of the Inn, his foot taps absentmindedly as he looks into the distance. He tries to keep himself from smoking, and is doing pretty decent considering he hasn't smoked it yet.
*Anybody?*
*Is this the tavern kitchen or Samaritan's? I'm assuming Samaritan's.*
Felix knocks on the back door, holding a full leather bag with blood and frost on it.
*It is Samaritan's.*
She walks over to the door, opening it to see Felix and smiling wide "Oh, yer back, good ta see ya Felix!"
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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.'
“Awwwwww, you’re too sweeeet~” He grins widely, sliding on the jacket.
“Oh! Uh…” Mauric turns around. “Y-yeah…?”
“Hi!” She looks up and waves cheerily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am not. I see you freezing and so the best choice would be to give you my jacket so you didn't freeze." He rolls his eyes.
"Mn, I can tell. The herbs and plants you grow are often used a lot in food dishes."
"How're you child?" he smiles warmly.
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
*Meanwhile, my other characters, specifically the cowboys, except Thane*
Merabelle is working in the kitchen, and her presence is nearly as commanding as Samaritan's, she may not have had a professional legal job before this, but she knows how to work a kitchen without question. Everyone listens to every order as she requests ingredients for things or handles customers complaints.
Grimes is actually taking some time to enjoy the day, back in the park, breathing in the smell of flowers and snow, his bruises having healed as he plays another game of Dragonchess, this time not by himself, but actually enjoying a game with someone else, who he says goodbye to after a few fun games.
Sparrow has an unlit cigarette in his hand as he sits in front of the Inn, his foot taps absentmindedly as he looks into the distance. He tries to keep himself from smoking, and is doing pretty decent considering he hasn't smoked it yet.
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.)
(you want to rp wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Characters for those interested*
Tycho is at the bar, drinking coffee
Georgie is reading a book in the library
Cide is out in the forest, doing... something
Elio is out in the market, exploring
“Suuuuuuuure~”
“Yeah. I try to use authentic ingredients, you know?”
“Good. Who are you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs and looks down at him "Riotan, let me give you my jacket without you making it an issue once please."
He nods "I suppose. I don't eat a lot."
"I am Father Luciano." He bows
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
*Anybody?*
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.)
“Alright fine… thank you though.”
“Why not? It’s one of the best experiences we get before we die.”
“Loriche va Bental. Nice to meet ya!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods "There we go." He smirks. His jacket is really warm, lined with Hellhound fur that is quite insulating.
"I can't taste anything. My tastebuds died off years ago." He shrugs.
"A pleasure to meet you as well my child."
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
*I may make Felix into a wizard since I'm joining a new campaign with him. We're starting at level 2, and I have a cool subclass I want to use.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan keeps an eye on her as he works, his voice nearly shaking the kitchen as people scurry around to prepare meals. "BLOODY HELL YOU [GP], I TOLD YOU NOT TO OVER SEAR THE MEAT!" He yells at a tiefling man. He then sends him to the chopping station to dice vegetables.
The Herald watches him from the shadows, holding something in his hands. He then appears behind him, a hand gently caressing the back of Grimes neck.
Arthur walks over, waving, smiling "Howdy partner!"
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
*Is this the tavern kitchen or Samaritan's? I'm assuming Samaritan's.*
Felix knocks on the back door, holding a full leather bag with blood and frost on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Scott appears behind him, looking actually rested.
Arthur is keeping an eye on Elio, suspicious.
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 for talking OOC i'm still kinda new to this kind of forum*
Bookwyrm goes into the forest and sees Rag, feeling warmer the closer he gets, though making sure he doesn't interfere with the training that is going on.
"H-h-hi there. I'm Bookwyrm. You're warm." the wizard kobold says.
Dragons, kobolds, and draconic things everywhere!
“What’ll you do with all these fish?”
Mauric looks aghast. “That’s horrible! I’m so sorry!”
“I can’t be your child, I’m too old.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix places a mug of hot chocolate on the desk next to Georgie and sits down on a nearby beanbag, reading a book on folklore.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She sees the guy, walking over to the chopping station to help where she can when she isn't cooking anything herself. She minces vegetables with expert skill and speed "Don't worry 'bout it none lil guy, you'll get it right next time."
He looks up as he finishes another game, a smile making it's way onto his face "Oh, hello. Good afternoon." He sets the pieces back up, not noticing the thing they have in their hands, humming softly.
Sparrow waves back to them, putting the cigarette away "Howdy pardner. How ya doin'?"
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.)
*It is Samaritan's.*
She walks over to the door, opening it to see Felix and smiling wide "Oh, yer back, good ta see ya Felix!"
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.)