*Missed this, sorry. I have isaac the exorcist, the chimera, vivan the half elf, zenix the full elf, aovin the tiefling, and more*
*I'll go with Aovin*
He's sitting out in the forest
Frost walks up to him "It's quiet out here"
"Hm?" He looks up at her, "Yeah, guess it is."
"What are you doing out here?"
"As you said, its quiet"
Frost sits down next to him "So who are you?"
"I'm Aovin. I'm a tiefling."
"I'm Frost. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too i guess."
"Something wrong?"
"Not really, you're just new."
"Is there something bad about being new?"
"New things can hurt you."
"I'm not going to hurt you"
"I don't exactly know that." he sighs. He appears to have several old scars and bruises on his face
"Has someone hurt you before?"
"Yeah, but thats just a normal tuesday"
"Why are you getting beat up?"
"Thats just how it works. If i don't do what i'm told, i pay for my transgressions" He gives a very forced smile
"What transgressions have you committed?"
"Talking to loudly, talking to quietly, being to slow, being to fast, stuttering, being on break for to long, being on break for to little, not doing work to glasya's expectations, not getting the items needed on a mission, being caught on a mission, not following orders perfectly," he takes a breath as if he has much much much more to list off
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Missed this, sorry. I have isaac the exorcist, the chimera, vivan the half elf, zenix the full elf, aovin the tiefling, and more*
*I'll go with Aovin*
He's sitting out in the forest
Frost walks up to him "It's quiet out here"
"Hm?" He looks up at her, "Yeah, guess it is."
"What are you doing out here?"
"As you said, its quiet"
Frost sits down next to him "So who are you?"
"I'm Aovin. I'm a tiefling."
"I'm Frost. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too i guess."
"Something wrong?"
"Not really, you're just new."
"Is there something bad about being new?"
"New things can hurt you."
"I'm not going to hurt you"
"I don't exactly know that." he sighs. He appears to have several old scars and bruises on his face
"Has someone hurt you before?"
"Yeah, but thats just a normal tuesday"
"Why are you getting beat up?"
"Thats just how it works. If i don't do what i'm told, i pay for my transgressions" He gives a very forced smile
"What transgressions have you committed?"
"Talking to loudly, talking to quietly, being to slow, being to fast, stuttering, being on break for to long, being on break for to little, not doing work to glasya's expectations, not getting the items needed on a mission, being caught on a mission, not following orders perfectly," he takes a breath as if he has much much much more to list off
"is glasya who you work for?"
He nods, "But she usually isn't the one hitting me. Thats usually left to my supiriors."
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan looks up at the roof "I SEE YOU TO IDIOT"
"U-um, i'm training. Sorta." He says from the floor
The chimera looks down at them, yawns, and waves, "Not an idiot, also good morning!"
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan looks up at the roof "I SEE YOU TO IDIOT"
"U-um, i'm training. Sorta." He says from the floor
The chimera looks down at them, yawns, and waves, "Not an idiot, also good morning!"
Xan walks over, purposely making eye contact with the chimera before helping issac up and kissing him again. "Well you keep doing that, not like i care" he purrs
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan looks up at the roof "I SEE YOU TO IDIOT"
"U-um, i'm training. Sorta." He says from the floor
The chimera looks down at them, yawns, and waves, "Not an idiot, also good morning!"
Xan walks over, purposely making eye contact with the chimera before helping issac up and kissing him again. "Well you keep doing that, not like i care" he purrs
Isaac's face goes bright red, stuttering as he trys to string together a sentance, "W-w-well, i'll keep that in m-mind. Do you w-want to join or s-something?" He asks. The chimera stifles a laugh, watching this with an ammused smile
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan looks up at the roof "I SEE YOU TO IDIOT"
"U-um, i'm training. Sorta." He says from the floor
The chimera looks down at them, yawns, and waves, "Not an idiot, also good morning!"
Xan walks over, purposely making eye contact with the chimera before helping issac up and kissing him again. "Well you keep doing that, not like i care" he purrs
Isaac's face goes bright red, stuttering as he trys to string together a sentance, "W-w-well, i'll keep that in m-mind. Do you w-want to join or s-something?" He asks. The chimera stifles a laugh, watching this with an ammused smile
"No. Religion is terrible. Everyone wants to believe that their god is the best when really they are all immortal (gp)'s who are terrible at everything" he said and chuckled "Buts thats my take"
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan looks up at the roof "I SEE YOU TO IDIOT"
"U-um, i'm training. Sorta." He says from the floor
The chimera looks down at them, yawns, and waves, "Not an idiot, also good morning!"
Xan walks over, purposely making eye contact with the chimera before helping issac up and kissing him again. "Well you keep doing that, not like i care" he purrs
Isaac's face goes bright red, stuttering as he trys to string together a sentance, "W-w-well, i'll keep that in m-mind. Do you w-want to join or s-something?" He asks. The chimera stifles a laugh, watching this with an ammused smile
"No. Religion is terrible. Everyone wants to believe that their god is the best when really they are all immortal (gp)'s who are terrible at everything" he said and chuckled "Buts thats my take"
"I guess thats one way to look at it," He mumbles, "But i see it as something to believe in no matter how tough times are. I don't think my god is the best, but i like to think they keep me safe and help protect people." He looks down at his holy symbol
"Not really, you're just new."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"New things can hurt you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I don't exactly know that." he sighs. He appears to have several old scars and bruises on his face
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Yeah, but thats just a normal tuesday"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Thats just how it works. If i don't do what i'm told, i pay for my transgressions" He gives a very forced smile
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Talking to loudly, talking to quietly, being to slow, being to fast, stuttering, being on break for to long, being on break for to little, not doing work to glasya's expectations, not getting the items needed on a mission, being caught on a mission, not following orders perfectly," he takes a breath as if he has much much much more to list off
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan was sitting inside his room. He was sitting jsut barely out the window sill. He was half clothing as usual, wearing nothing but high-waisted, skinny jeans and a black cloth choker around his neck. A unlit cigarette hung out from his mouth as he watched the sun peak over the skyline for a new day. The sun streamed in with its brillant fingers, made shadows through his room. He ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, moving it from his blue eyes as a the corner of his mouth rose into a slight smile.
Aboroshide was in the woods, talking to elves about recent events concerning a "Yurishide of Leg'der'side". He seemed completely unlike his mother in anyway, he was harsher, colder, and less caring about woodlands around him. He wore brown and green hunter-style clothing with a long light green cloak with brass clasps. His black hair was let loose around his shoulders, giving him a shrouded impression. His notched ears poked out of his hair. His two wolves accomapnied him, napping in the sun while keeping a eye open for their master.
A man wearing thick, black and brown leather clothing walked into the tavern, silent and quiet as the night. His clothing covers up all of his bare skin, from hands, to legs, to face. His clothing was pecuilar, like that of a renissance man trying to avoid the plague. His leather mask resembled a squid with eight tentacle-like straps hanging down. His belt held a wide array of vials with different color liquid inside them. Two sheathed daggers were on either side of his thighs while a holstered pistol stayed strapped around his waist. He carried a rather strange walking stick made of black iron with a sharpened point at the end. He looks around before grunting to himself and wandering towards the basement, disappering into it.
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 nods, "But she usually isn't the one hitting me. Thats usually left to my supiriors."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Hi lawrence!!! Also wow you have a way with describing things*
Isaac is out in the grass under xan's window, seeming to be doing some sort of ritual/meditation. Or he was playing in the grass, it was hard to tell
The chimera is on the roof, seeming mostly asleep.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan narrows his eyes and jumps down near issac, grinning.
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
His face goes pale, but he chuckles, "I think the last time i tried that, i was in a coma for a good month."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Isaac jumps as xan lands nearby, toppling over into the grass with a yelp
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan waves and throws away his cigarette "what are you doing?"
Xan looks up at the roof "I SEE YOU TO IDIOT"
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
"U-um, i'm training. Sorta." He says from the floor
The chimera looks down at them, yawns, and waves, "Not an idiot, also good morning!"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan walks over, purposely making eye contact with the chimera before helping issac up and kissing him again. "Well you keep doing that, not like i care" he purrs
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
Isaac's face goes bright red, stuttering as he trys to string together a sentance, "W-w-well, i'll keep that in m-mind. Do you w-want to join or s-something?" He asks. The chimera stifles a laugh, watching this with an ammused smile
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"No. Religion is terrible. Everyone wants to believe that their god is the best when really they are all immortal (gp)'s who are terrible at everything" he said and chuckled "Buts thats my take"
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
*I'm back for a bit, my beans!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I guess thats one way to look at it," He mumbles, "But i see it as something to believe in no matter how tough times are. I don't think my god is the best, but i like to think they keep me safe and help protect people." He looks down at his holy symbol
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Hi, back! Sorry i was gone, had to deal with a blister on my foot*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND