Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
*Description? I'm guessing their an aarcokra*
Raphael flutters down from the clouds, in the form of a snowy owl owlin. "Who might you be, friend?"
*Owlin actually, Barn Owlin. He is a Duke of Hell but his true form and such is hidden under layers of magic.*
The owlin looks up and nods "Hello there, my name is Angel." he said, his Spanish accent thick.
"A pleasure to meet you, Angel." They say with a forced smile. "I guess this Inn attracts all sorts of us."
"Indeed. How are you?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Leo is working on Festus nearby. He frowns and curses as black smoke leaks from the dragon
Angel waves a hand, the smoke suddenly clearing.
"Sorry!!" Leo calls up to them.
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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.
*Does anyone else who is here want to rp for the time that I may have? It's cool if nobody does, I'll just keep working on my Character Sheet for Greed.*
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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.'
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Leo is working on Festus nearby. He frowns and curses as black smoke leaks from the dragon
Angel waves a hand, the smoke suddenly clearing.
"Sorry!!" Leo calls up to them.
"it is fine. What is experiences without a little smoke." he chuckles.
"Mmm... Sounds harrowing. I'm glad to see your got here in (mostly) 1 piece."
"Experiment by the General Vladeska to bolster the defences of Lekar. It succeeded, but the fall out complicated it all." They explain bluntly *history check if you think they'd be familar with Domains of Dread lore*
"Yeah, but my dad said he's going to disassemble me when he finds me." He says, obviously scared.
*Nah, but I can almost guarantee Rag would succeed the check to an absurd degree*
He nods along before saying "I am not familiar with any of those names unfortunately enough. Though it doesn't matter much I assume."
"Well he won't be able to disassemble you here, if it brings you any comfort." They attempt to comfort them.
This irks Lazarus, but he keeps calm. "One could look in such a way. Either way, it is in the past, the far, far past."
He nods "He said he was going to bring me back to the lab, said he was going to 'fix' me. Do you think I'm gonna be okay?"
He raises an eyebrow "My apologies, I'm sorry if that offended you, I meant it not to. How old are you, may I ask?"
"Yep. You can't perish in this place." They explain simply
"OLD. The only concrete statement I can give is I've spent ~2,000 years on Faerun. Mmm... I'll say 3,000. A lot of it on the bottom of a sea."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Does anyone else who is here want to rp for the time that I may have? It's cool if nobody does, I'll just keep working on my Character Sheet for Greed.*
*Sure!!! What about Oliver and Marabelle?*
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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.
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Leo is working on Festus nearby. He frowns and curses as black smoke leaks from the dragon
Angel waves a hand, the smoke suddenly clearing.
"Sorry!!" Leo calls up to them.
"it is fine. What is experiences without a little smoke." he chuckles.
Leo smiles back, his apron stained with grease along with some smudges on his face.
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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.
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Isaac is also up there setting up a telescope
Angel nods to them and smiles "Hello."
(can i get a desc of angel?)
Isaac nods back "how are you doing?:"
*6'2 Barn Owlin with long legs.*
"I am well, what about you?"
"doing the best i can, all things considered" he shrugs
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Leo is working on Festus nearby. He frowns and curses as black smoke leaks from the dragon
Angel waves a hand, the smoke suddenly clearing.
"Sorry!!" Leo calls up to them.
"it is fine. What is experiences without a little smoke." he chuckles.
Leo smiles back, his apron stained with grease along with some smudges on his face.
The owlin hops down and walks over "A mechanical dragon?"
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Isaac is also up there setting up a telescope
Angel nods to them and smiles "Hello."
(can i get a desc of angel?)
Isaac nods back "how are you doing?:"
*6'2 Barn Owlin with long legs.*
"I am well, what about you?"
"doing the best i can, all things considered" he shrugs
*Does anyone else who is here want to rp for the time that I may have? It's cool if nobody does, I'll just keep working on my Character Sheet for Greed.*
*Sure!!! What about Oliver and Marabelle?*
*Sure thing, you want to intro or should I?*
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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.'
Max is working on his containment, the entire inside and outside lined with lead. He is caulking the inside so nothing escapes. He is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, his mask to cover his mouth and nose, a baseball cap, and a pair of brown jeans. His gloves and his mask both almost resemble a skeletal look.
Minnie is humming to herself as she chops wood, the halfling seeming to be extremely strong as she easily cleaves the logs in two. Coconut sits off the side, nibbling on a bit of bark as a snack.
Angel is preening his feathers while sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a see-through frock that is dark purple-blue in color and decorated with silvery stars forming constellations and a pair of black leggings.
Leo is working on Festus nearby. He frowns and curses as black smoke leaks from the dragon
Angel waves a hand, the smoke suddenly clearing.
"Sorry!!" Leo calls up to them.
"it is fine. What is experiences without a little smoke." he chuckles.
Leo smiles back, his apron stained with grease along with some smudges on his face.
The owlin hops down and walks over "A mechanical dragon?"
Leo nods. "Yep! My best friend Festus! He's a bit of a fixer upper."
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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.
*Does anyone else who is here want to rp for the time that I may have? It's cool if nobody does, I'll just keep working on my Character Sheet for Greed.*
*Sure!!! What about Oliver and Marabelle?*
*Sure thing, you want to intro or should I?*
*I don't mind introing*
Oliver has made a pillow fort in the library.
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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.
"Indeed. How are you?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.
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!!" Leo calls up to them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They sigh, sitting down on the ground. "Alright, a bit bored, but such is life. You?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Does anyone else who is here want to rp for the time that I may have? It's cool if nobody does, I'll just keep working on my Character Sheet for Greed.*
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 fine. What is experiences without a little smoke." he chuckles.
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
"Bored? How so?" He asks, genuinely curious.
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
"Yep. You can't perish in this place." They explain simply
"OLD. The only concrete statement I can give is I've spent ~2,000 years on Faerun. Mmm... I'll say 3,000. A lot of it on the bottom of a sea."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Sure!!! What about Oliver and Marabelle?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo smiles back, his apron stained with grease along with some smudges on his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"doing the best i can, all things considered" he shrugs
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Mmm... Hard to explain. I've reawakened and now I got to start all over again." The angel explains
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The owlin hops down and walks over "A mechanical dragon?"
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 so?"
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
"Ah, you are cleaver than I thought. Is that Faerie Fire?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Sure thing, you want to intro or should I?*
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.)
"Not very appealing that others make it seem?"
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
They shrug. "I guess. How about you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Leo nods. "Yep! My best friend Festus! He's a bit of a fixer upper."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I don't mind introing*
Oliver has made a pillow fort in the library.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They nod slowly, rubbing the sides of their arms "Oh, okay."
"Hmm, you don't look a day over 100 friend. I am only 48 myself. Maybe I'm just young." He puts his side of the tree down, fully skinned.
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.)