*Gooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How art thou doing today, my dear friends?*
(I am a bit concerned but otherwise good)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*No need to be sorry, it's all perfectly fine. Let me see... ah, here you go! Take your pick!*
Omori is sitting in a tree, quietly making a sketch of something she sees. The noticeable scratch-marks up the tree's side indicate it took a while for her to climb to her current perch.
KK is at the Rippling Court proper, looking out at the ocean from one of its opulent carved walkways, watching the sun rise.
Merabelle walks over and sits down at the base of the tree, smiling up at them. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply "Sweetheart, how've ya been?"
Henry comes along, wearing something less... vacationy as he enjoys every little bit of everything that he is seeing, smiling softly.
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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.'
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Flames begin to lick around him, as he rushes them, using his bonus action to take the dodge action as well as get some temp hp, before taking two flaming strikes with his palms. To hit:1531 Damage:817
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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.'
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*No need to be sorry, it's all perfectly fine. Let me see... ah, here you go! Take your pick!*
Omori is sitting in a tree, quietly making a sketch of something she sees. The noticeable scratch-marks up the tree's side indicate it took a while for her to climb to her current perch.
KK is at the Rippling Court proper, looking out at the ocean from one of its opulent carved walkways, watching the sun rise.
Merabelle walks over and sits down at the base of the tree, smiling up at them. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply "Sweetheart, how've ya been?"
Henry comes along, wearing something less... vacationy as he enjoys every little bit of everything that he is seeing, smiling softly.
She looks down from the tree, a small smile on their face. "I've been alright. Not great, but certainly not terrible. You?" She responds, brushing her tendril hair out of her eyes.
She watches the sunrise a moment longer, before leaving to walk alongside him, taking sketches of things she sees as they walk.
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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)
(I am a bit concerned but otherwise good)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Mauric hugs him back. “And you’re not gonna die any more, right? Like how you would before?”
”Nice.” She scrapes as much of the blood and viscera off of her as she can.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(hey jobah)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
She gets back up from sitting next to them after a moment "I love you..."
He sighs, taking a fighting stance of his own, all of his arms coming out to take their stance. Init:22
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.)
"Love you too." he says, going back to eating.
He laughs wickedly. Init: 12
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Merabelle walks over and sits down at the base of the tree, smiling up at them. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply "Sweetheart, how've ya been?"
Henry comes along, wearing something less... vacationy as he enjoys every little bit of everything that he is seeing, smiling softly.
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.)
*hiya*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(how are you doing)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"I don't think I will, but the person that killed me is still around I think." He says, wiping away his tears.
She takes some of the cloth from her clothes, helping them with a delicate touch.
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.)
She takes her crossbow, beginning to clean it.
Flames begin to lick around him, as he rushes them, using his bonus action to take the dodge action as well as get some temp hp, before taking two flaming strikes with his palms. To hit:15 31 Damage:8 17
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 just made a portable buff machine for a character*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Forgot to roll for temp hp! 7 Sorry!*
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.)
*pretty good, you?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wendi, I'm curious, I've got a few dangerous characters, but what is Thorne's opinion on Rag?*
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.)
“Would you rather I kill them today or later?”
”Thanks…” Mala folds a wing around her gently.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She looks down from the tree, a small smile on their face. "I've been alright. Not great, but certainly not terrible. You?" She responds, brushing her tendril hair out of her eyes.
She watches the sunrise a moment longer, before leaving to walk alongside him, taking sketches of things she sees as they walk.
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)
*If he hurts the folks of the town, he is bad.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]