Phoenix hands twitch violently, trying to hold back his PTSD.
He shakes his head, holding back a hacking cough "Sorry... I was more bright eyed and bushy tailed then. Either way, you were a legend, I always wanted to meet you." He holds out a hand "I'm Trench."
He shakes his hand, teeth gritted. "Ain't no legend kid."
"Sure you aren't, and I ain't no kid." He sits down next to them, taking out a flask and drinking from it.
"Shouldn't drink. Don't help nothin go away."
"It helps me forget, that's all that matters to me." He puts the flask away, taking his journal back out.
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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.'
Phoenix hands twitch violently, trying to hold back his PTSD.
He shakes his head, holding back a hacking cough "Sorry... I was more bright eyed and bushy tailed then. Either way, you were a legend, I always wanted to meet you." He holds out a hand "I'm Trench."
He shakes his hand, teeth gritted. "Ain't no legend kid."
"Sure you aren't, and I ain't no kid." He sits down next to them, taking out a flask and drinking from it.
"Shouldn't drink. Don't help nothin go away."
"It helps me forget, that's all that matters to me." He puts the flask away, taking his journal back out.
Phoenixx scoffs, disgusted slightly.
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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.
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
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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.'
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Arthur walks up to the aasimar and says my name is Arthur grayoak what is yours?
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Arthur walks up to the aasimar and says my name is Arthur grayoak what is yours?
*Quotation marks for words*
He looks up to them with tired eyes, blinking at them slowly "Trench." He sighs slightly, putting down his quill.
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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.'
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Arthur walks up to the aasimar and says my name is Arthur grayoak what is yours?
*Quotation marks for words*
He looks up to them with tired eyes, blinking at them slowly "Trench." He sighs slightly, putting down his quill.
"Perhaps you should take a rest Trench it seems like you haven't slept in days" Arthur says with a chuckle
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Arthur walks up to the aasimar and says my name is Arthur grayoak what is yours?
*Quotation marks for words*
He looks up to them with tired eyes, blinking at them slowly "Trench." He sighs slightly, putting down his quill.
"Perhaps you should take a rest Trench it seems like you haven't slept in days" Arthur says with a chuckle
"I haven't slept in days." He says flatly, closing his journal and drinking his black coffee, still scolding hot, slowly.
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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.'
KK is inventing another new horrible monstrosity at the warehouse studio in an attempt to stop thinking about the clearing.
The Seer's Shadow still lies beneath the clearing, regaining the power it spent during the fight with Merabelle.
Henry comes back from a hunt he went out on, before dropping on the ground next to them, breathing deep, eyes closed "Sorry... honey..."
The shadow can feel Merabelle growing in power, and fighting against the spread of shadows, slowly completely purifying the land.
She stops what she's doing, leaving the needle and thread halfway inside the arm of her latest creation. "Wh- What happened? Are you okay?" She asks, more concerned about him than anything he did.
It grows frustrated at seeing all of the shadows it creates being torn apart with claws and radiant light nearly as fast as it can produce them, and eventually decides not to make any more for now, channeling all of its power inwards. Merabelle can probably sense this enormous culmination of aberrant energy and shadow magic, and can see the number of shadows that attack her is steadily dwindling.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Arthur walks up to the aasimar and says my name is Arthur grayoak what is yours?
*Quotation marks for words*
He looks up to them with tired eyes, blinking at them slowly "Trench." He sighs slightly, putting down his quill.
"Perhaps you should take a rest Trench it seems like you haven't slept in days" Arthur says with a chuckle
"I haven't slept in days." He says flatly, closing his journal and drinking his black coffee, still scolding hot, slowly.
"what were you writing?" Arthur inquires curiously and sits down next to him
Omori is preparing for the eventual confrontation with the Seer's Shadow, and is attempting to practice a new spell she discovered- Guiding Bolt.
The Creature in the Woods is stalking her.
She faintly notices that something is nearby, though she can't tell where, and stops her practice, looking around to try and spot whatever's giving her that feeling of dread.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is preparing for the eventual confrontation with the Seer's Shadow, and is attempting to practice a new spell she discovered- Guiding Bolt.
The Creature in the Woods is stalking her.
She faintly notices that something is nearby, though she can't tell where, and stops her practice, looking around to try and spot whatever's giving her that feeling of dread.
The light seems to disappear slowly, swallowed by the dark. A sound like radio static is heard before it disappears.
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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.
A Knight, like a fully armored commander of legions of armies of good, who uses gravity and radiance magic to aid himself in battle. He serves no gods for he is atheist and believes everyone has good in them, no matter what. He has many names 'The Torchbearer', 'The Elderguard', and 'The Champion of the Sun'.*
KK is inventing another new horrible monstrosity at the warehouse studio in an attempt to stop thinking about the clearing.
The Seer's Shadow still lies beneath the clearing, regaining the power it spent during the fight with Merabelle.
Henry comes back from a hunt he went out on, before dropping on the ground next to them, breathing deep, eyes closed "Sorry... honey..."
The shadow can feel Merabelle growing in power, and fighting against the spread of shadows, slowly completely purifying the land.
She stops what she's doing, leaving the needle and thread halfway inside the arm of her latest creation. "Wh- What happened? Are you okay?" She asks, more concerned about him than anything he did.
It grows frustrated at seeing all of the shadows it creates being torn apart with claws and radiant light nearly as fast as it can produce them, and eventually decides not to make any more for now, channeling all of its power inwards. Merabelle can probably sense this enormous culmination of aberrant energy and shadow magic, and can see the number of shadows that attack her is steadily dwindling.
He rolls over to look up at her, stretching his arms weakly, his neck and back popping "I... just... died..." He says, more tired than concerned about it. He weakly cracks a smile, blinking ever so slowly.
She roars, shaking the trees all around her as she begins moving towards the culmination. She makes sure not to move too fast, but rather at a reasonable pace, taking her time to not be caught of guard by something powerful.
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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.'
A Knight, like a fully armored commander of legions of armies of good, who uses gravity and radiance magic to aid himself in battle. He serves no gods for he is atheist and believes everyone has good in them, no matter what. He has many names 'The Torchbearer', 'The Elderguard', and 'The Champion of the Sun'.*
*So like a folk hero of legend sorta deal?*
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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.
A Knight, like a fully armored commander of legions of armies of good, who uses gravity and radiance magic to aid himself in battle. He serves no gods for he is atheist and believes everyone has good in them, no matter what. He has many names 'The Torchbearer', 'The Elderguard', and 'The Champion of the Sun'.*
*That kinda sounds like Solaire from dark souls, I love 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.'
"It helps me forget, that's all that matters to me." He puts the flask away, taking his journal back out.
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.)
Phoenixx scoffs, disgusted slightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A killer judging an alcoholic? That's rich." He mutters, his hand fidgeting with some coins in his pocket as he writes with the other.
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.)
*Does anyone want to rp?*
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*Sure thing, here you go.*
An Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
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.)
*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn!*
Omori is preparing for the eventual confrontation with the Seer's Shadow, and is attempting to practice a new spell she discovered- Guiding Bolt.
KK is inventing another new horrible monstrosity at the warehouse studio in an attempt to stop thinking about the clearing.
The Seer's Shadow still lies beneath the clearing, regaining the power it spent during the fight with Merabelle.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Arthur walks up to the aasimar and says my name is Arthur grayoak what is yours?
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Henry comes back from a hunt he went out on, before dropping on the ground next to them, breathing deep, eyes closed "Sorry... honey..."
The shadow can feel Merabelle growing in power, and fighting against the spread of shadows, slowly completely purifying the land.
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.)
*Quotation marks for words*
He looks up to them with tired eyes, blinking at them slowly "Trench." He sighs slightly, putting down his quill.
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.)
"Perhaps you should take a rest Trench it seems like you haven't slept in days" Arthur says with a chuckle
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"I haven't slept in days." He says flatly, closing his journal and drinking his black coffee, still scolding hot, slowly.
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.)
The Creature in the Woods is stalking her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She stops what she's doing, leaving the needle and thread halfway inside the arm of her latest creation. "Wh- What happened? Are you okay?" She asks, more concerned about him than anything he did.
It grows frustrated at seeing all of the shadows it creates being torn apart with claws and radiant light nearly as fast as it can produce them, and eventually decides not to make any more for now, channeling all of its power inwards. Merabelle can probably sense this enormous culmination of aberrant energy and shadow magic, and can see the number of shadows that attack her is steadily dwindling.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"what were you writing?" Arthur inquires curiously and sits down next to him
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She faintly notices that something is nearby, though she can't tell where, and stops her practice, looking around to try and spot whatever's giving her that feeling of dread.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The light seems to disappear slowly, swallowed by the dark. A sound like radio static is heard before it disappears.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*An idea popped into my head.
A Knight, like a fully armored commander of legions of armies of good, who uses gravity and radiance magic to aid himself in battle. He serves no gods for he is atheist and believes everyone has good in them, no matter what. He has many names 'The Torchbearer', 'The Elderguard', and 'The Champion of the Sun'.*
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
He rolls over to look up at her, stretching his arms weakly, his neck and back popping "I... just... died..." He says, more tired than concerned about it. He weakly cracks a smile, blinking ever so slowly.
She roars, shaking the trees all around her as she begins moving towards the culmination. She makes sure not to move too fast, but rather at a reasonable pace, taking her time to not be caught of guard by something powerful.
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.)
*So like a folk hero of legend sorta deal?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That kinda sounds like Solaire from dark souls, I love 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.)