"We will have to see, won't we? What do you need this tree for? May I ask?" He asks curiously, crossing his legs, radiating immense heat.
"I think I shall carve a doppleganger, although I am open to suggestions."
"A doppelganger? Interesting indeed. Would you like something to eat? I'm a decent cook."
They give a confused stare to the dragonkin. "You want to run by that me again. A vampire. Who doesn't eat." They state, dryly
"Because you don't have to eat doesn't mean you don't want to, I don't know what you want, is it my fault for offering out of purely kindness?"
"I throw up all but blood." They explain simply. "I appreciate the offer but reject it."
"Well, I've got blood to spare if you can break through my flesh." He holds out his arm, veins up.
Lazarus shrugs, and gages the scales. With paladin training, and time to steady the attack, they bite and draw deep from the dragon kin.
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
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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.'
Lysander greets them at the docks. "Indeed, and a new (protentional) patron. What is your name, friend?"
He looks to them happily, "I am Nanami, as some would say,, the greediest man in the world. Who are you friend?" He holds out the golden tattooed hand.
"Lysander, Petitioner, wizard, warlock and former Carcarian. A pleasure to meet you, Nanami." They state, shaking it.
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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
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
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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
Lysander greets them at the docks. "Indeed, and a new (protentional) patron. What is your name, friend?"
He looks to them happily, "I am Nanami, as some would say,, the greediest man in the world. Who are you friend?" He holds out the golden tattooed hand.
"Lysander, Petitioner, wizard, warlock and former Carcarian. A pleasure to meet you, Nanami." They state, shaking it.
The friendly man gives them a strong shake "The pleasure is all mine, Lysander my friend. What may this town be called? I want it."
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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.'
Lysander greets them at the docks. "Indeed, and a new (protentional) patron. What is your name, friend?"
He looks to them happily, "I am Nanami, as some would say,, the greediest man in the world. Who are you friend?" He holds out the golden tattooed hand.
"Lysander, Petitioner, wizard, warlock and former Carcarian. A pleasure to meet you, Nanami." They state, shaking it.
The friendly man gives them a strong shake "The pleasure is all mine, Lysander my friend. What may this town be called? I want it."
"Innsbrook, at least if my memory serves me correct. Such specifics are hardly needed. I take it you have heard of The Lord's Rest Inn?"
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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
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
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
He smiles at the transformation, though it only lasts a moment "I am happy that you could have it, even only for the small moment of time that you did. I am sorry it couldn't last longer, but I've got blood to spare, I could bleed for possibly months without stopping and be fine."
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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.'
Lysander greets them at the docks. "Indeed, and a new (protentional) patron. What is your name, friend?"
He looks to them happily, "I am Nanami, as some would say,, the greediest man in the world. Who are you friend?" He holds out the golden tattooed hand.
"Lysander, Petitioner, wizard, warlock and former Carcarian. A pleasure to meet you, Nanami." They state, shaking it.
The friendly man gives them a strong shake "The pleasure is all mine, Lysander my friend. What may this town be called? I want it."
"Innsbrook, at least if my memory serves me correct. Such specifics are hardly needed. I take it you have heard of The Lord's Rest Inn?"
"Not an ounce. I only know because the rest of my group is seemingly here. Though it sounds famous, I want that too." He chuckles.
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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.'
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
He smiles at the transformation, though it only lasts a moment "I am happy that you could have it, even only for the small moment of time that you did. I am sorry it couldn't last longer, but I've got blood to spare, I could bleed for possibly months without stopping and be fine."
"Such an offer I might take on a later date, but to do so now would... spoil me if such a simile could be offered." They explain. Lazarus smiles, whether with joy of a friend or of a predator finding prey is up to interpretation
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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
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
He smiles at the transformation, though it only lasts a moment "I am happy that you could have it, even only for the small moment of time that you did. I am sorry it couldn't last longer, but I've got blood to spare, I could bleed for possibly months without stopping and be fine."
"Such an offer I might take on a later date, but to do so now would... spoil me if such a simile could be offered." They explain. Lazarus smiles, whether with joy of a friend or of a predator finding prey is up to interpretation
He smiles back at them "As long as it seems you from consuming the blood of those with none to spare it is fine with me. Just know, if you attempt to take blood from me that I'm not offering, you will die." He says with a cold finality, not a threat, but a promise "Anyway, I must go to work."
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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.'
Lysander greets them at the docks. "Indeed, and a new (protentional) patron. What is your name, friend?"
He looks to them happily, "I am Nanami, as some would say,, the greediest man in the world. Who are you friend?" He holds out the golden tattooed hand.
"Lysander, Petitioner, wizard, warlock and former Carcarian. A pleasure to meet you, Nanami." They state, shaking it.
The friendly man gives them a strong shake "The pleasure is all mine, Lysander my friend. What may this town be called? I want it."
"Innsbrook, at least if my memory serves me correct. Such specifics are hardly needed. I take it you have heard of The Lord's Rest Inn?"
"Not an ounce. I only know because the rest of my group is seemingly here. Though it sounds famous, I want that too." He chuckles.
"A place within its patrons include a demon lord, at least 2 angels, 1 duke of Hell, a time traveling sword, numerous adventures, a half-dragon, and a variety of other intriguing folk. Highly recommend it. Who else is in your group?"
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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
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
He smiles at the transformation, though it only lasts a moment "I am happy that you could have it, even only for the small moment of time that you did. I am sorry it couldn't last longer, but I've got blood to spare, I could bleed for possibly months without stopping and be fine."
"Such an offer I might take on a later date, but to do so now would... spoil me if such a simile could be offered." They explain. Lazarus smiles, whether with joy of a friend or of a predator finding prey is up to interpretation
He smiles back at them "As long as it seems you from consuming the blood of those with none to spare it is fine with me. Just know, if you attempt to take blood from me that I'm not offering, you will die." He says with a cold finality, not a threat, but a promise "Anyway, I must go to work."
"I wouldn't dare, I am cursed to have such unwilled blood turn to mere water. Auf wiedersehn." He states, before going back to carving
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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
His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
He smiles at the transformation, though it only lasts a moment "I am happy that you could have it, even only for the small moment of time that you did. I am sorry it couldn't last longer, but I've got blood to spare, I could bleed for possibly months without stopping and be fine."
"Such an offer I might take on a later date, but to do so now would... spoil me if such a simile could be offered." They explain. Lazarus smiles, whether with joy of a friend or of a predator finding prey is up to interpretation
He smiles back at them "As long as it seems you from consuming the blood of those with none to spare it is fine with me. Just know, if you attempt to take blood from me that I'm not offering, you will die." He says with a cold finality, not a threat, but a promise "Anyway, I must go to work."
"I wouldn't dare, I am cursed to have such unwilled blood turn to mere water. Auf wiedersehn." He states, before going back to carving
He nods to them, waving as he walks off, the ground rumbling slightly with the weight of each step.
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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.'
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
*other rp? I have a medic with a cool backstory and lots of lore (Lillian) and a bubbly magical girl with a massive sword.(lucky)*
*I really think Lucky and Tiffany would get along or be mortal enemies. Tiffany is my herald of chaos with a massive cutesy dress and chainsaw axe.*
*we can try! They might be rivals* A smallish half-elven girl is outside the tavern sharpening a shortsword. She wears a simple green dress and jerkin, along with a clover pendant on a leather cord around her neck. Her hair is short, mousy-brown, and tied back with a faded green ribbon
A human girl of similar proportions with a large pink ribbon in her hair, and a large pink dress skips past them, before looking down at them. She smiles widely at them, waving their hand at them, her gloves white and bright, a massive chain axe in her back.
She senses something's up, but waves back, keeping her off-hand near to her pendant in case she needs to attack. After a little while, she takes the ribbon out of her hair and reties it
She curtsies softly at them, “Nice to meet you! I’m Tiffany! Who are you?” She asks, moving as if she doesn’t even have the weighty chain axe on her back, obviously stronger than she looks.
"LFMDI" she says with a mouthful of ribbon. she takes the ribbon out of her mouth and puts it back, sheathing her shortsword and piping "I'm Lucky"
She giggles at the sound of them speaking with all that ribbon in their mouth “Nice to meet you Lucky. That’s a cool thing you have there, is that a sword?” She asks, obviously knowing it is.
"Yeah. Watch this!" She grabs her pendant and is engulfed with blinding light. When it clears, a (still small) warrior in a green frilly dress and armor is standing there. Her sword is now a greatsword, golden and almost twice her size
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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His blood is burning, but in a way that is warm and comforting, having immense nutrition within. Rag doesn't seem bother, having experienced worse before.
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.)
"Lysander, Petitioner, wizard, warlock and former Carcarian. A pleasure to meet you, Nanami." They state, shaking it.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
In a snap second, Lazarus transforms. Their eyes return to a deep brown, their hair flows in the faint wind, their skin flows with blood, transforming from the Pale Aasimar to the former proud warrior. Lazarus stands before Rag looking as a mighty captain, but before their very eyes, Rag can see the blood drain from Lazarus, as the vamprie breathes a single breath. Soon enough, the anemic paladin is restored to their previous image.
"Ah, I have forgotten how much I have wanted that."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The friendly man gives them a strong shake "The pleasure is all mine, Lysander my friend. What may this town be called? I want it."
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.)
"Innsbrook, at least if my memory serves me correct. Such specifics are hardly needed. I take it you have heard of The Lord's Rest Inn?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(you want to rp pall?)
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
He smiles at the transformation, though it only lasts a moment "I am happy that you could have it, even only for the small moment of time that you did. I am sorry it couldn't last longer, but I've got blood to spare, I could bleed for possibly months without stopping and be fine."
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.)
*Sure*
Raphael is flying through the clouds
Yacatl is out for a run
Meroving is skipping rocks
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not an ounce. I only know because the rest of my group is seemingly here. Though it sounds famous, I want that too." He chuckles.
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.)
"Such an offer I might take on a later date, but to do so now would... spoil me if such a simile could be offered." They explain. Lazarus smiles, whether with joy of a friend or of a predator finding prey is up to interpretation
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Doth thou liketh jesters?*
He smiles back at them "As long as it seems you from consuming the blood of those with none to spare it is fine with me. Just know, if you attempt to take blood from me that I'm not offering, you will die." He says with a cold finality, not a threat, but a promise "Anyway, I must go to work."
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.)
*Ooo, reminds me of a song*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Didst someone say jesters?*
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.)
"A place within its patrons include a demon lord, at least 2 angels, 1 duke of Hell, a time traveling sword, numerous adventures, a half-dragon, and a variety of other intriguing folk. Highly recommend it. Who else is in your group?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I wouldn't dare, I am cursed to have such unwilled blood turn to mere water. Auf wiedersehn." He states, before going back to carving
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods to them, waving as he walks off, the ground rumbling slightly with the weight of each step.
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 morning Alaric)
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
"Yeah. Watch this!"
She grabs her pendant and is engulfed with blinding light. When it clears, a (still small) warrior in a green frilly dress and armor is standing there. Her sword is now a greatsword, golden and almost twice her size
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)