Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
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
Tycho follows along the rooftops, tailing the man before droppping down beside him, 'Evening"
The man turns an smilles. "Hello."
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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.
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
*?*
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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.
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
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
*?*
*what the hell...
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to a magical item, usually in the context of fantasy roleplaying games, that are essentially handcuffs or restraints imbued with magical properties, allowing them to bind a creature not only physically but also through magical force, making it difficult or impossible for the bound creature to escape or use their magic while restrained.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
*?*
*what the hell...
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to a magical item, usually in the context of fantasy roleplaying games, that are essentially handcuffs or restraints imbued with magical properties, allowing them to bind a creature not only physically but also through magical force, making it difficult or impossible for the bound creature to escape or use their magic while restrained.
*Ah, so if someone can manipulate their body they cannot do it in the manacles?*
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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.
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
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
Tycho follows along the rooftops, tailing the man before droppping down beside him, 'Evening"
The man turns an smilles. "Hello."
"You're a rather interesting fellow aren't you?" he smiles back
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
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
Tycho follows along the rooftops, tailing the man before droppping down beside him, 'Evening"
The man turns an smilles. "Hello."
"You're a rather interesting fellow aren't you?" he smiles back
"The same could be said about you." he says, tilting his head
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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.
She thinks for a moment. "I'm definitely not opposed to it. Is there anything I could do to help?"
She wraps two arms around him as well. "I'm curious- what's your favorite thing you've seen here so far?" She asks.
"Ya don't need ta do anythin', but I'd love yer help. How's yer druid practices comin' along?" She asks, curious.
He turns his head to them, "I assume you wouldn't want me to say you?" He says with a little chuckle, and a flirtatious smile "I would have to say the ocean, I haven't seen water that clear all my life."
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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.'
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
*?*
*what the hell...
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to a magical item, usually in the context of fantasy roleplaying games, that are essentially handcuffs or restraints imbued with magical properties, allowing them to bind a creature not only physically but also through magical force, making it difficult or impossible for the bound creature to escape or use their magic while restrained.
*Ah, so if someone can manipulate their body they cannot do it in the manacles?*
*yeah.*
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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 .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
Rio can’t stop himself from laughing at this. “Heheheheh. That’s cute.“
“What do you mean? Like the actual wedding?”
“Where’d you get all the bones for it?”
He sighs "On your knees, hands behind your head. You are a wanted individual." He explains, his tone stern.
"Yeah..." He nods and rubs his face "I'm sorry.. This is so weird."
"Bodies!" He smiles behind his mask.
“Appealing as that sounds, I’m engaged now. Flattering that you’d offer though!” He grins widely.
“No, not really. Nick and I arranged the venue, which was an old abandoned vineyard which had a real nice gazebo. I took care of the catering, not that that’ll be much of an issue for you, and he helped with the decor. Then we made the invitations together, and the only problem was getting an officiant. Come to think of it, how do fiends do vows and stuff? You wouldn’t want the ceremony to be overseen by a priest, that’s for sure…”
“Where’d you get ‘em?”
He pulls out his revolver, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "On your knees and hands behind your back now." He said, his tone unwavering.
He groans and sits down on a stool clearly too small for him, its a wonder it doesn't break.
"Killed em myself." He chuckles.
“Oh, you’re no fun.” Rio sighs, following his instructions.
“It may seem daunting, but it’s worth it. I can promise you that.”
“How come?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Eito has come to watch, interested.
Riotan was drawn in by the aroma and peers down the street.
"so as some of you may know, my predecessors were killed, which lead to the boarding up of this church. Well, i'm here to replace them." the young priest says, "And while i am alone in my endevours, i would like to say that i will not go down the same way. The goddess Kalibur as my witness, i am here to teach those willing to listen of faith, and of judgement" he keeps a kind smile on the entire time
They see the jester painting some sort of mural on the wall of a building in red
Uriel is holding a sermon for the start of his church
Clover is painting in an alley, the scent of blood thick in the air
Tycho is reading on a rooftop
Elio is eating breakfast in the tavern
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
Tycho follows along the rooftops, tailing the man before droppping down beside him, 'Evening"
The man turns an smilles. "Hello."
"You're a rather interesting fellow aren't you?" he smiles back
"The same could be said about you." he says, tilting his head
"I'm not the one with blood on them" he chuckles, "But yes, you could say that about me"
"oh dear...i did that?" he giggles a bit, his eye alight with madness
Thorne hauls him up and leads him to the Lord's Yard. He leads him down to the basement where he is locked in a cell. "These cells are specifically designed for a god. It would take a lot, and I mean a supernova's worth of power, to break out of here." He said and holstered his revolver.
Before he can even shove him into the cell, the man's body morphs, his hands shrinking and his chest growing as he frees himself of the cuffs. His arm extends into a sword as he smiles at Thorne.
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to .
*?*
*what the hell...
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to a magical item, usually in the context of fantasy roleplaying games, that are essentially handcuffs or restraints imbued with magical properties, allowing them to bind a creature not only physically but also through magical force, making it difficult or impossible for the bound creature to escape or use their magic while restrained.
*Ah, so if someone can manipulate their body they cannot do it in the manacles?*
*yeah.*
*Ah, crap. ok.*
The man frowns from behind the bars. "At least take the manacles off."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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The man turns an smilles. "Hello."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hey theren)
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
*what the hell...
"Manacles of Magical Bind" refers to a magical item, usually in the context of fantasy roleplaying games, that are essentially handcuffs or restraints imbued with magical properties, allowing them to bind a creature not only physically but also through magical force, making it difficult or impossible for the bound creature to escape or use their magic while restrained.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(did you see my reply wendo?)
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
*Ah, so if someone can manipulate their body they cannot do it in the manacles?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She begins to hum a battle hymn as her hips sway, washing the dishes once Leo puts some soap on them.
Con save:20 If it fails, reroll 28
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.)
They find the jester drawing a sort of mural in a red... probably paint
"You're a rather interesting fellow aren't you?" he smiles back
Eito has come to watch, interested.
Riotan was drawn in by the aroma and peers down the street.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Leo sways a bit as she sings, helping dry the dishes.
*Wait, why the reroll?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The same could be said about you." he says, tilting his head
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ya don't need ta do anythin', but I'd love yer help. How's yer druid practices comin' along?" She asks, curious.
He turns his head to them, "I assume you wouldn't want me to say you?" He says with a little chuckle, and a flirtatious smile "I would have to say the ocean, I haven't seen water that clear all my life."
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 smiles at their sways, "I didn't know you were a dancer." She says inbetween verses.
*Expended a ki point just in case. Should've explained that,*
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.)
*yeah.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Oh, you’re no fun.” Rio sighs, following his instructions.
“It may seem daunting, but it’s worth it. I can promise you that.”
“How come?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"so as some of you may know, my predecessors were killed, which lead to the boarding up of this church. Well, i'm here to replace them." the young priest says, "And while i am alone in my endevours, i would like to say that i will not go down the same way. The goddess Kalibur as my witness, i am here to teach those willing to listen of faith, and of judgement" he keeps a kind smile on the entire time
They see the jester painting some sort of mural on the wall of a building in red
"not exactly the best at it. plus I never had a reason to dance."
*Ah, gotcha*
He feels something inside him swirl, making him feel sick. They get over it rather quick as the man frowns. "Thats no fun..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm not the one with blood on them" he chuckles, "But yes, you could say that about me"
*Ah, crap. ok.*
The man frowns from behind the bars. "At least take the manacles off."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.