Its rather well kept together, tools gleaming and hanging on the walls. On one side is a giant door to let Festus in.
"looks a lot better than my workshop" he chuckles
"I just try to keep it neat."
"done a good job of it"
"Thanks." he says with a smile
Isaac nods "what are you working on?"
"Archimedes Sphere."
"what does it do again?"
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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
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
Leo looks at Festus and decides to go check it out.
*Hey, could we do Jack and Phoenix too?*
Inside, puppets that resemble animals rush by him, carrying boxes and such. Some are painting what appears to be sets while others are making costumes and such. A large, brown dog puppet smoking a cigar and dressed in a proper suit is talking to another small cat looking puppet about something before turning towards Leo and Festus.
"Ello you two, wondered when you'd make it!" He barks happily and beams.
Leo and Festus exchange a look. "Uh...how do you know us?"
Phoenix sneaks up behind Jack, hiding the scrapbook
"Bah, I know everyone, son. If yer worried its for the wrong reasons, I can assure you I will never mean any harm to you or your friend, Festus." He nods.
Jack seems to be trying to work on a spell but it keeps fizzling out each time.
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
Leo looks at Festus and decides to go check it out.
*Hey, could we do Jack and Phoenix too?*
Inside, puppets that resemble animals rush by him, carrying boxes and such. Some are painting what appears to be sets while others are making costumes and such. A large, brown dog puppet smoking a cigar and dressed in a proper suit is talking to another small cat looking puppet about something before turning towards Leo and Festus.
"Ello you two, wondered when you'd make it!" He barks happily and beams.
Leo and Festus exchange a look. "Uh...how do you know us?"
Phoenix sneaks up behind Jack, hiding the scrapbook
"Bah, I know everyone, son. If yer worried its for the wrong reasons, I can assure you I will never mean any harm to you or your friend, Festus." He nods.
Jack seems to be trying to work on a spell but it keeps fizzling out each time.
"oh okay..cool." he says with a sigh of relief.
Phoenix taps his shoulder.
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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.
*Okay, I’m back, does anyone want to roleplay while I can?*
*Sure. Want me to repost characters?*
*That would be nice, though you don’t have to.*
*here*
The Creature in the Woods is stringing up more bones of dead villagers.
A silver mist sets in all around them, something is nearby, closer to the creature than they can detect, and growing ever closer still.
It looks around, snarling lowly
It doesn’t even hear the sound of footsteps, all it knows is something is nearby, hunting it.
The mist is slowly pushed back as the darkness consumes it.
A soft cackling can be heard as the mist is slowly devoured, and the creature hears a crunch of leaves behind it. The Hunter has come for it, his blades glowing as he unsheaths them both.
*Okay, I’m back, does anyone want to roleplay while I can?*
*Sure. Want me to repost characters?*
*That would be nice, though you don’t have to.*
*here*
The Creature in the Woods is stringing up more bones of dead villagers.
A silver mist sets in all around them, something is nearby, closer to the creature than they can detect, and growing ever closer still.
It looks around, snarling lowly
It doesn’t even hear the sound of footsteps, all it knows is something is nearby, hunting it.
The mist is slowly pushed back as the darkness consumes it.
A soft cackling can be heard as the mist is slowly devoured, and the creature hears a crunch of leaves behind it. The Hunter has come for it, his blades glowing as he unsheaths them both.
The Hunters vision slowly dims as he gets closer. It hisses loudly, its maw opening wide
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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.
Its rather well kept together, tools gleaming and hanging on the walls. On one side is a giant door to let Festus in.
"looks a lot better than my workshop" he chuckles
"I just try to keep it neat."
"done a good job of it"
"Thanks." he says with a smile
Isaac nods "what are you working on?"
"Archimedes Sphere."
"what does it do again?"
"Controls other spheres. Its like a command sphere almost."
"is there a limit to how many it can control?"
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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
*Okay, I’m back, does anyone want to roleplay while I can?*
*Sure. Want me to repost characters?*
*That would be nice, though you don’t have to.*
*here*
The Creature in the Woods is stringing up more bones of dead villagers.
A silver mist sets in all around them, something is nearby, closer to the creature than they can detect, and growing ever closer still.
It looks around, snarling lowly
It doesn’t even hear the sound of footsteps, all it knows is something is nearby, hunting it.
The mist is slowly pushed back as the darkness consumes it.
A soft cackling can be heard as the mist is slowly devoured, and the creature hears a crunch of leaves behind it. The Hunter has come for it, his blades glowing as he unsheaths them both.
The Hunters vision slowly dims as he gets closer. It hisses loudly, its maw opening wide
He flips the blades in his hands, pulling up his mask, laughing softly as he begins to circle them “Fun… let’s hope you’re as much as the stories say.” (You fine with regular combat? Or we could do pure rp combat.*
*what do you think of this as a subclass description?
This ancient order of knights was feared far and wide for their prowess with the art of the sword they were able to cut men down in the blink of an eye and keep walking as if nothing happened unfortunately this ancient order had an internal conflict causing the downfall of this powerful order and now very few people even remember this mighty order in this day and age*
The Hunters vision slowly dims as he gets closer. It hisses loudly, its maw opening wide
He flips the blades in his hands, pulling up his mask, laughing softly as he begins to circle them “Fun… let’s hope you’re as much as the stories say.” (You fine with regular combat? Or we could do pure rp combat.*
*regular combat is fine. Still tweaking his abilities.*
It smiles, voice like radio static. "Fresh blood...."
Init: 27
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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.
"Controls other spheres. Its like a command sphere almost."
"is there a limit to how many it can control?"
"Currently 4."
"seems like a fun project"
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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
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*It’s like British Rap.*
A silver mist sets in all around them, something is nearby, closer to the creature than they can detect, and growing ever closer still.
It looks around, snarling lowly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what does it do again?"
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
"Controls other spheres. Its like a command sphere almost."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*good, how about you? Also i love your new pfp*
She heads deeper into the woods, keeping an eye out for anything that might indicate the creature’s presence. Perception: 11
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.
*Thanks, I'm okay ig*
She senses something off to the left
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It doesn’t even hear the sound of footsteps, all it knows is something is nearby, hunting it.
*Wanna rp too Jobah?*
The mist is slowly pushed back as the darkness consumes it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Bah, I know everyone, son. If yer worried its for the wrong reasons, I can assure you I will never mean any harm to you or your friend, Festus." He nods.
Jack seems to be trying to work on a spell but it keeps fizzling out each time.
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
"oh okay..cool." he says with a sigh of relief.
Phoenix taps his shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A soft cackling can be heard as the mist is slowly devoured, and the creature hears a crunch of leaves behind it. The Hunter has come for it, his blades glowing as he unsheaths them both.
The Hunters vision slowly dims as he gets closer. It hisses loudly, its maw opening wide
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"is there a limit to how many it can control?"
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
"Currently 4."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He flips the blades in his hands, pulling up his mask, laughing softly as he begins to circle them “Fun… let’s hope you’re as much as the stories say.” (You fine with regular combat? Or we could do pure rp combat.*
*what do you think of this as a subclass description?
This ancient order of knights was feared far and wide for their prowess with the art of the sword they were able to cut men down in the blink of an eye and keep walking as if nothing happened unfortunately this ancient order had an internal conflict causing the downfall of this powerful order and now very few people even remember this mighty order in this day and age*
*regular combat is fine. Still tweaking his abilities.*
It smiles, voice like radio static. "Fresh blood...."
Init: 27
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"seems like a fun project"
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