*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
(Hi wendo)
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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
*Hey I just watched yet another episode of Love Death and Robots, so now I'ma make a char who was originally a human, than smth smth, and is now a monster using some kind of technology (or probably just magic) to pilot their old corpse whist still being the monster :3*
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
*Thats fun, how powerful? On a scale from… Damian to Rag?*
*On the very end of the rag spectrum. He can summon armies of the undead, take someone's soul out of their body, and can make duplicates of himself.*
*Absolutely fantastic. I was wondering when someone strong enough to kill Rag would come around that would be actually willing to do it. Hope to interact soon.*
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
*Thats fun, how powerful? On a scale from… Damian to Rag?*
*On the very end of the rag spectrum. He can summon armies of the undead, take someone's soul out of their body, and can make duplicates of himself.*
*Absolutely fantastic. I was wondering when someone strong enough to kill Rag would come around that would be actually willing to do it. Hope to interact soon.*
*He would probably get beaten or beat the (GP) out of him.*
*There wasn’t much workout left, might do more later before I shower, I don’t workout often, so I’ve got the make the workout good. Anybody want to rp?*
*hi hi gimme rag, heriot and Marie.*
*Of course, here you go.*
Rag is working out, boulders on his back as he does some squats, beginning to sweat after the first few hundred, eyes closed as he focused on staying strong, and growing stronger.
Heriot seems to be making something from deer teeth, fur, and string, though it’s hard to tell what she’s making, sitting next to the corpse of a deer.
Marie has been worrying about Jax for the past few days, even more now, her hair growing messy, sitting next to the orange tree at Jax’s home.
Sam lays on the ground nearby, absorbing the warmth from the ground.
"Making a scarecrow or something." Seasha says as she walks up, sopping wet.
Jax comes up behind her, scooping her up. He's now 6ft and slightly stocky, still a twink though.
The heat is immense, though not as volcanic as before. Eventually, he puts down the boulders, sighing “Great warm up.”
She looks up to them, putting the thing away, obviously a gift for them. She gets up and gives them a kiss “What happened to you?”
She gasps softly, looking up at them with loving eyes, her hand rubbing their chest softly, though she doesn’t meet their eyes.
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
Nearby, laying on his back, is a tall and stocky lion with excessive length hair. He wears shorts and a shirt, his hair flowing out like a carpet underneath him. He's reading, but.. the book is upside down.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
"Oh my God, that's how it works?" he says, amazed.
He makes a sound and nods "Correct."
"What is... aaal-cho-holl?..." he says, putting a paw to his face.
"Alcohol. A substance brewed from hops, wheat, corn, bugs, guts, or anything that can really ferment in ways that produce a protein strand."
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
(Hi wendo)
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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
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
*Thats fun, how powerful? On a scale from… Damian to Rag?*
*On the very end of the rag spectrum. He can summon armies of the undead, take someone's soul out of their body, and can make duplicates of himself.*
*Absolutely fantastic. I was wondering when someone strong enough to kill Rag would come around that would be actually willing to do it. Hope to interact soon.*
*He would probably get beaten or beat the (GP) out of him.*
*Very one or the other huh? That only makes things more interesting. Makes me want to test it.*
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
*Thats fun, how powerful? On a scale from… Damian to Rag?*
*On the very end of the rag spectrum. He can summon armies of the undead, take someone's soul out of their body, and can make duplicates of himself.*
*Absolutely fantastic. I was wondering when someone strong enough to kill Rag would come around that would be actually willing to do it. Hope to interact soon.*
*He would probably get beaten or beat the (GP) out of him.*
*Very one or the other huh? That only makes things more interesting. Makes me want to test it.*
*He has, I believe (bear with me, I am trying to find his old word document), he has over 400 hp, a run of 20-28 in his stats, and can double weild two handed weapons.*
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
*Thats fun, how powerful? On a scale from… Damian to Rag?*
*On the very end of the rag spectrum. He can summon armies of the undead, take someone's soul out of their body, and can make duplicates of himself.*
*Absolutely fantastic. I was wondering when someone strong enough to kill Rag would come around that would be actually willing to do it. Hope to interact soon.*
*He would probably get beaten or beat the (GP) out of him.*
*Very one or the other huh? That only makes things more interesting. Makes me want to test it.*
*He has, I believe (bear with me, I am trying to find his old word document), he has over 400 hp, a run of 20-28 in his stats, and can double weild two handed weapons.*
*Very fun indeed, a little under Rag’s 700 with resistance to almost every damage type, 30 for every stat except strength which is 50, but can only two hand one weapon. Rag is a bit of a monster.*
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
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
Nearby, laying on his back, is a tall and stocky lion with excessive length hair. He wears shorts and a shirt, his hair flowing out like a carpet underneath him. He's reading, but.. the book is upside down.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
"Oh my God, that's how it works?" he says, amazed.
He makes a sound and nods "Correct."
"What is... aaal-cho-holl?..." he says, putting a paw to his face.
"Alcohol. A substance brewed from hops, wheat, corn, bugs, guts, or anything that can really ferment in ways that produce a protein strand."
"does it taste good?" he says, looking up at them
"I canconsume alcohol but it's like every other liquid and food stuffs, it all tastes the same." He shrugs.
*There wasn’t much workout left, might do more later before I shower, I don’t workout often, so I’ve got the make the workout good. Anybody want to rp?*
*hi hi gimme rag, heriot and Marie.*
*Of course, here you go.*
Rag is working out, boulders on his back as he does some squats, beginning to sweat after the first few hundred, eyes closed as he focused on staying strong, and growing stronger.
Heriot seems to be making something from deer teeth, fur, and string, though it’s hard to tell what she’s making, sitting next to the corpse of a deer.
Marie has been worrying about Jax for the past few days, even more now, her hair growing messy, sitting next to the orange tree at Jax’s home.
Sam lays on the ground nearby, absorbing the warmth from the ground.
"Making a scarecrow or something." Seasha says as she walks up, sopping wet.
Jax comes up behind her, scooping her up. He's now 6ft and slightly stocky, still a twink though.
The heat is immense, though not as volcanic as before. Eventually, he puts down the boulders, sighing “Great warm up.”
She looks up to them, putting the thing away, obviously a gift for them. She gets up and gives them a kiss “What happened to you?”
She gasps softly, looking up at them with loving eyes, her hand rubbing their chest softly, though she doesn’t meet their eyes.
"I'll say..." they say, satisfied.
"I just got back from a swim. Coastal pup, remember?" she kisses back.
He makes her look into his eyes, frowning. They're a soft blue, gradiating into a green. "I know you don't like her, but she's keeping me alive..."
He rolls his shoulders “I wonder, am I helping you in some way?”
“It’s hard to forget.” She hugs them, “Are you doing okay?”
She does look into his eyes for a moment, nothing but affection within, moving her long, messy hair from her face “I just want what is best for you, I thought I lost you.” She puts her other hand on their chest, “I… can’t lose you.”
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(Hi wendo)
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
*Hey I just watched yet another episode of Love Death and Robots, so now I'ma make a char who was originally a human, than smth smth, and is now a monster using some kind of technology (or probably just magic) to pilot their old corpse whist still being the monster :3*
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Absolutely fantastic. I was wondering when someone strong enough to kill Rag would come around that would be actually willing to do it. Hope to interact soon.*
*He would probably get beaten or beat the (GP) out of him.*
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
The heat is immense, though not as volcanic as before. Eventually, he puts down the boulders, sighing “Great warm up.”
She looks up to them, putting the thing away, obviously a gift for them. She gets up and gives them a kiss “What happened to you?”
She gasps softly, looking up at them with loving eyes, her hand rubbing their chest softly, though she doesn’t meet their eyes.
"Alcohol. A substance brewed from hops, wheat, corn, bugs, guts, or anything that can really ferment in ways that produce a protein strand."
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
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
*Hey there Moonie! :)*
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
*Very one or the other huh? That only makes things more interesting. Makes me want to test it.*
*He has, I believe (bear with me, I am trying to find his old word document), he has over 400 hp, a run of 20-28 in his stats, and can double weild two handed weapons.*
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
*Very fun indeed, a little under Rag’s 700 with resistance to almost every damage type, 30 for every stat except strength which is 50, but can only two hand one weapon. Rag is a bit of a monster.*
(you want to rp wendo)
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
"I canconsume alcohol but it's like every other liquid and food stuffs, it all tastes the same." He shrugs.
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
*e*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ooh, are we talking about powerful characters? I have a powerful character!*
*i mean, its the embodiment of winter candy and treats, but still!*
He rolls his shoulders “I wonder, am I helping you in some way?”
“It’s hard to forget.” She hugs them, “Are you doing okay?”
She does look into his eyes for a moment, nothing but affection within, moving her long, messy hair from her face “I just want what is best for you, I thought I lost you.” She puts her other hand on their chest, “I… can’t lose you.”