She walks alongside him, the mannequin skittering about behind them, as they go to the boat by the riverbank that would bring them to the Court. She holds his hand the whole way, using another two to take small sketches of things she sees as they walk.
*I am glad to hear that.*
He leads her into the boat, sitting down with them. As they float to their destination, he looks over to them, holding their hand softly and looking over to the sketches they are making, his silver eyes shining from behind the sunglasses.
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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.'
X and a huge guy, mostly made of metal, are fighting. X is bloody and battered, his arm blade slick with oil and his pistol in his other hand.
"I enjoy walks, staying home and reading, and just lazing about at times." he says with a shrug. "I don't get out much..."
(Honestly, I'm more sorry for what I might do soon.)
She throws caution to the wind, seeing that X is in danger. She unsheaths her blade and runs over in the attempt to help, trying to get under the plate and stab into them. To hit:12 Damage:10 She also prepares her reaction, if X is about to get attacked, she's going to jump in front of it.
"Sounds like you know what you enjoy. It's not like you are socially inept." She puts down the sunny side up egg "And you're fit, you shouldn't see what you enjoy as a flaw."
*They're gonna die together ;-; *
The man stares at her. "What a worthless attack." it says. X lunges, swinging downwards with his blade.
He just shrugs. "Eh, its whatever. I don't have anyone to enjoy those activities with anyways."
*I would say Tresa's giving him motivation, or the chance to escape.*
She continues to swing as much as it takes, using what X taught them, they are going down without a fight. Vines wrap around the Atomsmasher, make a strength save. (DC 15)
"While I stay here I could enjoy those activities with you. If you don't mind." She says, finishing up the eggs, cleaning the pan.
STR: 30
"I wouldn't mind." he says casually.
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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.
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
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
She walks alongside him, the mannequin skittering about behind them, as they go to the boat by the riverbank that would bring them to the Court. She holds his hand the whole way, using another two to take small sketches of things she sees as they walk.
*I am glad to hear that.*
He leads her into the boat, sitting down with them. As they float to their destination, he looks over to them, holding their hand softly and looking over to the sketches they are making, his silver eyes shining from behind the sunglasses.
*Glad to hear you're doing well as well.*
The sketches are of random things the two walked past on the way there- a signpost, a tree, a startled rabbit, and other such things. She dons her own pair of sunglasses- or rather, pairs of sunglasses, taped together to cover all her eyes- though the pure joy and love in her expression can still be clearly seen.
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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)
They EASILY snap through the vines as if they were nothing at all.
She sits down next to them, giving them their egg "Good, I would have done it anyway."
"TRESA! RUN!" he shouts, getting shot through the guts and vomiting up blood. "none leave the slaughterhouse, not alive!" Adam Smasher shouts.
He takes the egg and puts some of the onions on it. "Thanks." he says, smiling happily
She shakes her head, running up to Adam Smasher, putting a hand on their face, before necrotic energy fills their whole body, causing Tresa to cough. Con save or take 13 damage, half on a save.
"Least I could do. I hope it's good, I was never much of a chef." She leans back in her chair, beginning to eat her own egg.
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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.'
She walks alongside him, the mannequin skittering about behind them, as they go to the boat by the riverbank that would bring them to the Court. She holds his hand the whole way, using another two to take small sketches of things she sees as they walk.
*I am glad to hear that.*
He leads her into the boat, sitting down with them. As they float to their destination, he looks over to them, holding their hand softly and looking over to the sketches they are making, his silver eyes shining from behind the sunglasses.
*Glad to hear you're doing well as well.*
The sketches are of random things the two walked past on the way there- a signpost, a tree, a startled rabbit, and other such things. She dons her own pair of sunglasses- or rather, pairs of sunglasses, taped together to cover all her eyes- though the pure joy and love in her expression can still be clearly seen.
He laughs a little bit at the sight before giving them a kiss, rubbing the side of their face "You look beautiful dear, this is going to be a fabulous vacation. I hope you enjoy every minute of it." He looks out to the sparkling waters, seemingly never seeing something like them before, strangely enough.
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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.'
They EASILY snap through the vines as if they were nothing at all.
She sits down next to them, giving them their egg "Good, I would have done it anyway."
"TRESA! RUN!" he shouts, getting shot through the guts and vomiting up blood. "none leave the slaughterhouse, not alive!" Adam Smasher shouts.
He takes the egg and puts some of the onions on it. "Thanks." he says, smiling happily
She shakes her head, running up to Adam Smasher, putting a hand on their face, before necrotic energy fills their whole body, causing Tresa to cough. Con save or take 17 damage, half on a save.
"Least I could do. I hope it's good, I was never much of a chef." She leans back in her chair, beginning to eat her own egg.
"Tresa...no...!" CON: 25
He takes a bite and nods. "Its very very good. Thank you Ana."
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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.
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
They EASILY snap through the vines as if they were nothing at all.
She sits down next to them, giving them their egg "Good, I would have done it anyway."
"TRESA! RUN!" he shouts, getting shot through the guts and vomiting up blood. "none leave the slaughterhouse, not alive!" Adam Smasher shouts.
He takes the egg and puts some of the onions on it. "Thanks." he says, smiling happily
She shakes her head, running up to Adam Smasher, putting a hand on their face, before necrotic energy fills their whole body, causing Tresa to cough. Con save or take 17 damage, half on a save.
"Least I could do. I hope it's good, I was never much of a chef." She leans back in her chair, beginning to eat her own egg.
"Tresa...no...!" CON: 26
He takes a bite and nods. "Its very very good. Thank you Ana."
They take half damage as she saves her action to cast Spare the Dying on X.
It isn't, it's pretty bad actually, but Ana smiles back at them "You're welcome."
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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.'
They EASILY snap through the vines as if they were nothing at all.
She sits down next to them, giving them their egg "Good, I would have done it anyway."
"TRESA! RUN!" he shouts, getting shot through the guts and vomiting up blood. "none leave the slaughterhouse, not alive!" Adam Smasher shouts.
He takes the egg and puts some of the onions on it. "Thanks." he says, smiling happily
She shakes her head, running up to Adam Smasher, putting a hand on their face, before necrotic energy fills their whole body, causing Tresa to cough. Con save or take 17 damage, half on a save.
"Least I could do. I hope it's good, I was never much of a chef." She leans back in her chair, beginning to eat her own egg.
"Tresa...no...!" CON: 26
He takes a bite and nods. "Its very very good. Thank you Ana."
They take half damage as she saves her action to cast Spare the Dying on X.
It isn't, it's pretty bad actually, but Ana smiles back at them "You're welcome."
X weakly scoops her up and starts to run with her in his arms. "Stay with me kiddo..."
Leo, having eaten way worse, doesn't mind. He boops her nose gently, washing off his dirty dishes and starting to clean the pans.
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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.
X weakly scoops her up and starts to run with her in his arms. "Stay with me kiddo..."
Leo, having eaten way worse, doesn't mind. He boops her nose gently, washing off his dirty dishes and starting to clean the pans.
She casts Cure Wounds on them, her eyes glowing with little bits of power, they can tell she's crying "You promised me..." Healing:6
She blushes a little bit, blinking at them and watching them clean. She gets up and helps, feeling the need to "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
He hugs her tight, crying as well. "I know I know...I'm sorry..."
He points a soapy spatula at her. "Sit down, I can wash the dishes. And I came here to set up my workshop."
She does everything she can to help them, though it isn't much, casting Guidance. She doesn't look back, but hopes they are escaping it.
She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. After a moment, she gives them a kiss on the cheek and sits back down, "Fine." She begins polishing her arrows.
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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.'
She walks alongside him, the mannequin skittering about behind them, as they go to the boat by the riverbank that would bring them to the Court. She holds his hand the whole way, using another two to take small sketches of things she sees as they walk.
*I am glad to hear that.*
He leads her into the boat, sitting down with them. As they float to their destination, he looks over to them, holding their hand softly and looking over to the sketches they are making, his silver eyes shining from behind the sunglasses.
*Glad to hear you're doing well as well.*
The sketches are of random things the two walked past on the way there- a signpost, a tree, a startled rabbit, and other such things. She dons her own pair of sunglasses- or rather, pairs of sunglasses, taped together to cover all her eyes- though the pure joy and love in her expression can still be clearly seen.
He laughs a little bit at the sight before giving them a kiss, rubbing the side of their face "You look beautiful dear, this is going to be a fabulous vacation. I hope you enjoy every minute of it." He looks out to the sparkling waters, seemingly never seeing something like them before, strangely enough.
"I hope both of us enjoy every minute of it." She responds, kissing him on the cheek before looking out at the water as well. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She asks, smiling warmly.
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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)
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
X weakly scoops her up and starts to run with her in his arms. "Stay with me kiddo..."
Leo, having eaten way worse, doesn't mind. He boops her nose gently, washing off his dirty dishes and starting to clean the pans.
She casts Cure Wounds on them, her eyes glowing with little bits of power, they can tell she's crying "You promised me..." Healing:6
She blushes a little bit, blinking at them and watching them clean. She gets up and helps, feeling the need to "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
He hugs her tight, crying as well. "I know I know...I'm sorry..."
He points a soapy spatula at her. "Sit down, I can wash the dishes. And I came here to set up my workshop."
She does everything she can to help them, though it isn't much, casting Guidance. She doesn't look back, but hopes they are escaping it.
She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. After a moment, she gives them a kiss on the cheek and sits back down, "Fine." She begins polishing her arrows.
They make it near the tavern. "Yes! Oh thank.." he is cut off by an echoing boom as he trips, sending her into the safe area with a giant hole in his heart. He staggers, looking at her.
Leo looks very very stunned as he washes the dishes. His ears slightly red as a sign of his nervousness.
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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.
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*Ugh, I really need to try here. No matter what I do my characters always end up in the gutter.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*I am glad to hear that.*
He leads her into the boat, sitting down with them. As they float to their destination, he looks over to them, holding their hand softly and looking over to the sketches they are making, his silver eyes shining from behind the sunglasses.
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.)
STR: 30
"I wouldn't mind." he says casually.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Hi Yvonne)
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
They EASILY snap through the vines as if they were nothing at all.
She sits down next to them, giving them their egg "Good, I would have done it anyway."
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.)
"TRESA! RUN!" he shouts, getting shot through the guts and vomiting up blood. "none leave the slaughterhouse, not alive!" Adam Smasher shouts.
He takes the egg and puts some of the onions on it. "Thanks." he says, smiling happily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Hi theren)
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
*Glad to hear you're doing well as well.*
The sketches are of random things the two walked past on the way there- a signpost, a tree, a startled rabbit, and other such things. She dons her own pair of sunglasses- or rather, pairs of sunglasses, taped together to cover all her eyes- though the pure joy and love in her expression can still be clearly seen.
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)
She shakes her head, running up to Adam Smasher, putting a hand on their face, before necrotic energy fills their whole body, causing Tresa to cough. Con save or take 13 damage, half on a save.
"Least I could do. I hope it's good, I was never much of a chef." She leans back in her chair, beginning to eat her own egg.
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.)
He laughs a little bit at the sight before giving them a kiss, rubbing the side of their face "You look beautiful dear, this is going to be a fabulous vacation. I hope you enjoy every minute of it." He looks out to the sparkling waters, seemingly never seeing something like them before, strangely enough.
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.)
"Tresa...no...!" CON: 25
He takes a bite and nods. "Its very very good. Thank you Ana."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp Yvonne?)
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
They take half damage as she saves her action to cast Spare the Dying on X.
It isn't, it's pretty bad actually, but Ana smiles back at them "You're welcome."
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.)
X weakly scoops her up and starts to run with her in his arms. "Stay with me kiddo..."
Leo, having eaten way worse, doesn't mind. He boops her nose gently, washing off his dirty dishes and starting to clean the pans.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She casts Cure Wounds on them, her eyes glowing with little bits of power, they can tell she's crying "You promised me..." Healing:12
She blushes a little bit, blinking at them and watching them clean. She gets up and helps, feeling the need to "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
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.)
He hugs her tight, crying as well. "I know I know...I'm sorry..."
He points a soapy spatula at her. "Sit down, I can wash the dishes. And I came here to set up my workshop."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She does everything she can to help them, though it isn't much, casting Guidance. She doesn't look back, but hopes they are escaping it.
She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. After a moment, she gives them a kiss on the cheek and sits back down, "Fine." She begins polishing her arrows.
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.)
"I hope both of us enjoy every minute of it." She responds, kissing him on the cheek before looking out at the water as well. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She asks, smiling warmly.
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)
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
They make it near the tavern. "Yes! Oh thank.." he is cut off by an echoing boom as he trips, sending her into the safe area with a giant hole in his heart. He staggers, looking at her.
Leo looks very very stunned as he washes the dishes. His ears slightly red as a sign of his nervousness.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.