*I'm going to bring back Barbeau, but he's going to be a lot weaker from a lore standpoint. He's going to be a sort of hotelier for spirits. Or I guess more of a cruise director, since he's usually moving around, bringing them with him. Anyway, I found an awesome cleric subclass based around summoning, banishing, and caring for spirits. Basically a shaman.*
Austin has used a scroll to cast Enlarge on his metal top hat and is sitting inside of it, riding down the river in his cozy little strugel-holder.
Loddie is looking through his stash of recently collected mushrooms, identifying each one with his library books as he sits in a tree.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm going to bring back Barbeau, but he's going to be a lot weaker from a lore standpoint. He's going to be a sort of hotelier for spirits. Or I guess more of a cruise director, since he's usually moving around, bringing them with him. Anyway, I found an awesome cleric subclass based around summoning, banishing, and caring for spirits. Basically a shaman.*
Austin has used a scroll to cast Enlarge on his metal top hat and is sitting inside of it, riding down the river in his cozy little strugel-holder.
Loddie is looking through his stash of recently collected mushrooms, identifying each one with his library books as he sits in a tree.
*Give me a moment, I may intro my Monster Hunter (Maybe going to be a former buddy of Rag's) soon, and I hope you like it.*
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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.'
Thorne is at the tavern, working on a case file. Multiple books about the layout of the land sit around him on an old desk, a few open to a specific page. He appears to be making a rough sketch of a map that resembles the one for the tavern grounds.
Sable is lying on the floor of the main room, staring up at the ceiling. He looks... weak, with barely any skin, flesh, or fat on his bones and he smells like he rotting even though he can never die.
Yuri is draining a woman dry, devouring her life essence and burying her where no one would find her. She hums to herself all the while, a smile of sated hunger on her face/
Leo walks by, happily humming to himself.
She whips around, looking half psychotic with blood bathing her, but smiles brightly and waves.
Leo waves back happily
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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
He gives her a kiss, happily being carried, humming along with her tune.
(I would say so, want anyone?)
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.)
*Dude, you should probably be focusing on your mental health right now. We can all wait for you to come back when you're doing better.*
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'm going to bring back Barbeau, but he's going to be a lot weaker from a lore standpoint. He's going to be a sort of hotelier for spirits. Or I guess more of a cruise director, since he's usually moving around, bringing them with him. Anyway, I found an awesome cleric subclass based around summoning, banishing, and caring for spirits. Basically a shaman.*
Austin has used a scroll to cast Enlarge on his metal top hat and is sitting inside of it, riding down the river in his cozy little strugel-holder.
Loddie is looking through his stash of recently collected mushrooms, identifying each one with his library books as he sits in a tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This is my mental health*
*Okay man, I'm just worried about you I guess.*
They can see an Aasimar nearby, sitting down and fidgeting with his thumbs, he has an ornate sword alongside a regular one, just sitting on his back.
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.)
*Give me a moment, I may intro my Monster Hunter (Maybe going to be a former buddy of Rag's) soon, and I hope you like it.*
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.)
*Thanks, it's nice to know that*
The tiefling looks over curiously, "Evening"
Leo waves back happily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts the fork with the pasta in her mouth
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Please try to remember it.*
He looks up to them, flinching a little and adjusting his glasses "Evening." His age matching his young appearance, likely in his early 20s.
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 happily takes a bite of the not very good pasta, smiling.
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.)
Leo kisses her after he takes his fork back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The tiefling is of a similar age, some bandages peeking out from under their loose clothes and coat, "So, what are you up to?"
She finishes her food, beginning to work out after, just some stuff she can do inside the forge.
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.)
Leo discreetly watches while cleaning up the dishes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp)
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
"Just... thinking about something. You?" He asks curiously, still fidgeting, the bangles on his arms shining with golden light.
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 occasionally looks back at them, checking them out as she does pull ups.
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.)
Leo looks away when she looks over at him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The skys nice, so i'm watching it. That and the streets aren't safe" he shrugs