*Hmm, I might intro my Himbo god of time here, it would be fun to have him along for the ride, he’s kinda just a god who has divine power from genetics and is mostly just a wanderer. Actually, I’m gonna intro him right now.*
A person seems to have wandered into town, they don’t look anything special, wearing clothes befitting a craftsman or a lumberjack, in a red and black plaid shirt and black cargo pants. He has a little bit of a beard, more five o clock shadow than anything, with decently long black hair. His eyes seem to have golden ornaments within, resembling the hands of a clock, ticking around his pupils. He’s fit, but not to the degree of a bodybuilder, closer to what his clothes would suggest, a lumberjack’s strength and fitness. He glows with an otherworldly radiance that doesn’t fit his slightly hunched stance. He walks to the Inn, walks to the bar, and asks politely for a water.
*Anybody else here who wants to roleplay with one of my many characters? I’ve got a cavalcade of characters.*
*i'm up for whoever*
*Well, if you say so.*
Jacque and Juliette are helping salt the streets and shovel the remainders of the snow. There is much less these days as the winter season dies down, but both of them still want to help wherever they can, it’s the least those two sidekicks could do.
*Oh, i haven't met these two before, who are they?*
Elio is out on the streets, watching curiously as they shovel snow. Snowflakes that touch his skin seem to melt almost instantly
*Two lizardfolk sidekicks trying to be heroes, inspired by Prospero (Baalze’s character). Jacque has better manners and is more soft spoken, while Juliette is more brazen and direct, both inspired by Zorro. What about yours?*
They both see them, and wave, smiling at them just a bit as they continue to work, curious about the hot skin, but deciding to bother their own business, or at least Jacque does, Juliette asks “What’s up with that?!”
*A fire genasi dressed in a vest with no undershirt and a pair of those pants that like... every monk wears*
"Oh, right. I forgot the locals don't have warm skin." he tilts his head, waving back, "I'm just warm i guess."
*Ah, the monk pants, I know what you mean.*
“That’s cool.” He can see that the both of them are absolutely covered in layers, being cold blooded creatures themselves “Most people don’t have fire skin where we are from.”
"Fire skin? I just assumed everyone was colder in this region" He chuckles, "Um, are you two sure it's safe to be out like this, you seem awfully chilly"
“Yeah we are totally fine, with all these layers not even the most frigid cold can touch us!” She says, shivering slightly. I also forgot to mention they both have heavy French accents.
He nods, "Oh, if you say so. Would you like some help with the snow?" he asks, not seeming to have trouble understanding the accents
*Anybody else here who wants to roleplay with one of my many characters? I’ve got a cavalcade of characters.*
*i'm up for whoever*
*Well, if you say so.*
Jacque and Juliette are helping salt the streets and shovel the remainders of the snow. There is much less these days as the winter season dies down, but both of them still want to help wherever they can, it’s the least those two sidekicks could do.
*Oh, i haven't met these two before, who are they?*
Elio is out on the streets, watching curiously as they shovel snow. Snowflakes that touch his skin seem to melt almost instantly
*Two lizardfolk sidekicks trying to be heroes, inspired by Prospero (Baalze’s character). Jacque has better manners and is more soft spoken, while Juliette is more brazen and direct, both inspired by Zorro. What about yours?*
They both see them, and wave, smiling at them just a bit as they continue to work, curious about the hot skin, but deciding to bother their own business, or at least Jacque does, Juliette asks “What’s up with that?!”
*A fire genasi dressed in a vest with no undershirt and a pair of those pants that like... every monk wears*
"Oh, right. I forgot the locals don't have warm skin." he tilts his head, waving back, "I'm just warm i guess."
*Ah, the monk pants, I know what you mean.*
“That’s cool.” He can see that the both of them are absolutely covered in layers, being cold blooded creatures themselves “Most people don’t have fire skin where we are from.”
"Fire skin? I just assumed everyone was colder in this region" He chuckles, "Um, are you two sure it's safe to be out like this, you seem awfully chilly"
“Yeah we are totally fine, with all these layers not even the most frigid cold can touch us!” She says, shivering slightly. I also forgot to mention they both have heavy French accents.
He nods, "Oh, if you say so. Would you like some help with the snow?" he asks, not seeming to have trouble understanding the accents
They both nod “We are happy to take any help that we can get. Do you want to be a hero too? Or are you just trying to be the best person you can be.”
*Anybody else here who wants to roleplay with one of my many characters? I’ve got a cavalcade of characters.*
*i'm up for whoever*
*Well, if you say so.*
Jacque and Juliette are helping salt the streets and shovel the remainders of the snow. There is much less these days as the winter season dies down, but both of them still want to help wherever they can, it’s the least those two sidekicks could do.
*Oh, i haven't met these two before, who are they?*
Elio is out on the streets, watching curiously as they shovel snow. Snowflakes that touch his skin seem to melt almost instantly
*Two lizardfolk sidekicks trying to be heroes, inspired by Prospero (Baalze’s character). Jacque has better manners and is more soft spoken, while Juliette is more brazen and direct, both inspired by Zorro. What about yours?*
They both see them, and wave, smiling at them just a bit as they continue to work, curious about the hot skin, but deciding to bother their own business, or at least Jacque does, Juliette asks “What’s up with that?!”
*A fire genasi dressed in a vest with no undershirt and a pair of those pants that like... every monk wears*
"Oh, right. I forgot the locals don't have warm skin." he tilts his head, waving back, "I'm just warm i guess."
*Ah, the monk pants, I know what you mean.*
“That’s cool.” He can see that the both of them are absolutely covered in layers, being cold blooded creatures themselves “Most people don’t have fire skin where we are from.”
"Fire skin? I just assumed everyone was colder in this region" He chuckles, "Um, are you two sure it's safe to be out like this, you seem awfully chilly"
“Yeah we are totally fine, with all these layers not even the most frigid cold can touch us!” She says, shivering slightly. I also forgot to mention they both have heavy French accents.
He nods, "Oh, if you say so. Would you like some help with the snow?" he asks, not seeming to have trouble understanding the accents
They both nod “We are happy to take any help that we can get. Do you want to be a hero too? Or are you just trying to be the best person you can be.”
"I do try and help people, yes. Not sure if i'm a hero though." He hums, shooting out some fire to safely melt a large patch of snow
*Anybody else here who wants to roleplay with one of my many characters? I’ve got a cavalcade of characters.*
*i'm up for whoever*
*Well, if you say so.*
Jacque and Juliette are helping salt the streets and shovel the remainders of the snow. There is much less these days as the winter season dies down, but both of them still want to help wherever they can, it’s the least those two sidekicks could do.
*Oh, i haven't met these two before, who are they?*
Elio is out on the streets, watching curiously as they shovel snow. Snowflakes that touch his skin seem to melt almost instantly
*Two lizardfolk sidekicks trying to be heroes, inspired by Prospero (Baalze’s character). Jacque has better manners and is more soft spoken, while Juliette is more brazen and direct, both inspired by Zorro. What about yours?*
They both see them, and wave, smiling at them just a bit as they continue to work, curious about the hot skin, but deciding to bother their own business, or at least Jacque does, Juliette asks “What’s up with that?!”
*A fire genasi dressed in a vest with no undershirt and a pair of those pants that like... every monk wears*
"Oh, right. I forgot the locals don't have warm skin." he tilts his head, waving back, "I'm just warm i guess."
*Ah, the monk pants, I know what you mean.*
“That’s cool.” He can see that the both of them are absolutely covered in layers, being cold blooded creatures themselves “Most people don’t have fire skin where we are from.”
"Fire skin? I just assumed everyone was colder in this region" He chuckles, "Um, are you two sure it's safe to be out like this, you seem awfully chilly"
“Yeah we are totally fine, with all these layers not even the most frigid cold can touch us!” She says, shivering slightly. I also forgot to mention they both have heavy French accents.
He nods, "Oh, if you say so. Would you like some help with the snow?" he asks, not seeming to have trouble understanding the accents
They both nod “We are happy to take any help that we can get. Do you want to be a hero too? Or are you just trying to be the best person you can be.”
"I do try and help people, yes. Not sure if i'm a hero though." He hums, shooting out some fire to safely melt a large patch of snow
They begin to cut out snow for them to burn with their flames “Anyone is a hero if they want to help people, so it was a trick question!” She says with smile.
They both nod “We are happy to take any help that we can get. Do you want to be a hero too? Or are you just trying to be the best person you can be.”
"I do try and help people, yes. Not sure if i'm a hero though." He hums, shooting out some fire to safely melt a large patch of snow
They begin to cut out snow for them to burn with their flames “Anyone is a hero if they want to help people, so it was a trick question!” She says with smile.
"Oh, then i guess i am" he grins, continueing to burn away snow
*Hmm, I might intro my Himbo god of time here, it would be fun to have him along for the ride, he’s kinda just a god who has divine power from genetics and is mostly just a wanderer. Actually, I’m gonna intro him right now.*
A person seems to have wandered into town, they don’t look anything special, wearing clothes befitting a craftsman or a lumberjack, in a red and black plaid shirt and black cargo pants. He has a little bit of a beard, more five o clock shadow than anything, with decently long black hair. His eyes seem to have golden ornaments within, resembling the hands of a clock, ticking around his pupils. He’s fit, but not to the degree of a bodybuilder, closer to what his clothes would suggest, a lumberjack’s strength and fitness. He glows with an otherworldly radiance that doesn’t fit his slightly hunched stance. He walks to the Inn, walks to the bar, and asks politely for a water.
He nods, "Oh, if you say so. Would you like some help with the snow?" he asks, not seeming to have trouble understanding the accents
*HOW IS YOU [tackle hug]*
They both nod “We are happy to take any help that we can get. Do you want to be a hero too? Or are you just trying to be the best person you can be.”
*how is everyone doing?*
"I do try and help people, yes. Not sure if i'm a hero though." He hums, shooting out some fire to safely melt a large patch of snow
*Doin’ good, just introed a new character. Chill guy.*
*oh yeah, a god of time?*
They begin to cut out snow for them to burn with their flames “Anyone is a hero if they want to help people, so it was a trick question!” She says with smile.
"Oh, then i guess i am" he grins, continueing to burn away snow
*Yep, though he doesn’t much care for his divine power.*
*I gotta go, sorry about that.£
*alright, stay safe*
*how art thou, Alaric?*
*I am good, had to do some stuff at my job for a bit*
*Good morning.*
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
*Silent dread hanging low over the unlit streets*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Uh oh, what happened?*
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
*Nothing. I’m just yapping*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Well, what do you want to talk about.?
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