Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
-new character-
Walking down the market street is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Loriche rushes in to offer support with her pick, axe, and the smiting bolts of the heavens.
*i love it*
Teliyan is somberly roaming the town, his umbrella up despite it being a clear day.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
-new character-
Walking down the market street is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Loriche rushes in to offer support with her pick, axe, and the smiting bolts of the heavens.
*i love it*
Teliyan is somberly roaming the town, his umbrella up despite it being a clear day.
Leo smiles a bit as he slams his hammers into a bandit's sides.
The bard looks at them curiously.
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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.
*Bruh, my energy is so low. I need to drink like five monster coffee's, a pure packet of sugar, the blood of a republican, and a bag of coffee candies.*
Theren is in an illegal sparring ring. He is fighting a rather tough opponent, his knuckles coated in his opponent's blood.
Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
In the audience, Merabelle, who was actually there to fight herself, is cheering them on with the broadest smile in the world on her face.
Ana is providing covering fire where she can, having recovered from her panic attack, and landing headshots from a hidden position. Stealth:10
Theren, despite his age, is surprisingly nimble on his feet. He weaves between his opponents jabs, countering with blows of his own.
A few bandits see her and attack her. Attack: 18 Damage: 16
“Hit ‘em with the knockout!” She shouts, leaning over the arena they are fighting it “He ain’t gonna stand up much longer!”
The attack hits, annoyingly enough, and cuts pretty deep into her arm. She decides to pay them back and shoot some of them point blank. To hit:188 Damage:10+111+4
*My clothing choice today is a mix between Arthur Morgan but specifically ✨winter✨ Arthur Morgan, THE GREAT RAATMA, and autistic child who hates wearing anything other than one set of soft clothes.*
Theren is in an illegal sparring ring. He is fighting a rather tough opponent, his knuckles coated in his opponent's blood.
Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
In the audience, Merabelle, who was actually there to fight herself, is cheering them on with the broadest smile in the world on her face.
Ana is providing covering fire where she can, having recovered from her panic attack, and landing headshots from a hidden position. Stealth:10
Theren, despite his age, is surprisingly nimble on his feet. He weaves between his opponents jabs, countering with blows of his own.
A few bandits see her and attack her. Attack: 18 Damage: 16
“Hit ‘em with the knockout!” She shouts, leaning over the arena they are fighting it “He ain’t gonna stand up much longer!”
The attack hits, annoyingly enough, and cuts pretty deep into her arm. She decides to pay them back and shoot some of them point blank. To hit:188 Damage:10+111+4
Theren is caught off guard as he receives a jab to his nose, making blood spray for a moment.
One collapses while the other tries to kill her. Attack: 16 Damage: 16
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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.
*My clothing choice today is a mix between Arthur Morgan but specifically ✨winter✨ Arthur Morgan, THE GREAT RAATMA, and autistic child who hates wearing anything other than one set of soft clothes.*
*That sounds comfy*
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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.
Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
-new character-
Walking down the market street is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Loriche rushes in to offer support with her pick, axe, and the smiting bolts of the heavens.
*i love it*
Teliyan is somberly roaming the town, his umbrella up despite it being a clear day.
Leo smiles a bit as he slams his hammers into a bandit's sides.
The bard looks at them curiously.
“I never knew you were so good at combat!” She says to him while clobbering the militants.
He stares back at the bard, raising an eyebrow.
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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.
*My clothing choice today is a mix between Arthur Morgan but specifically ✨winter✨ Arthur Morgan, THE GREAT RAATMA, and autistic child who hates wearing anything other than one set of soft clothes.*
*That sounds comfy*
*A cowneck sweater, a thermal insulation undershirt, a giant XL sized zip up blue plaid hoodie with soft lining, long blue jeans with many many pockets, and thick boots.Z
Theren is in an illegal sparring ring. He is fighting a rather tough opponent, his knuckles coated in his opponent's blood.
Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
In the audience, Merabelle, who was actually there to fight herself, is cheering them on with the broadest smile in the world on her face.
Ana is providing covering fire where she can, having recovered from her panic attack, and landing headshots from a hidden position. Stealth:10
Theren, despite his age, is surprisingly nimble on his feet. He weaves between his opponents jabs, countering with blows of his own.
A few bandits see her and attack her. Attack: 18 Damage: 16
“Hit ‘em with the knockout!” She shouts, leaning over the arena they are fighting it “He ain’t gonna stand up much longer!”
The attack hits, annoyingly enough, and cuts pretty deep into her arm. She decides to pay them back and shoot some of them point blank. To hit:188 Damage:10+111+4
Theren is caught off guard as he receives a jab to his nose, making blood spray for a moment.
One collapses while the other tries to kill her. Attack: 17 Damage: 14
She shouts in dismay, revealing she’s distracting them, leaning back in her chair, which creeks under her weight.
They also hit her, but she’s still standing, if not by much. She loads the arbalest twice more, firing for their gut. To hit:1527 Damage:5+15+1
*My clothing choice today is a mix between Arthur Morgan but specifically ✨winter✨ Arthur Morgan, THE GREAT RAATMA, and autistic child who hates wearing anything other than one set of soft clothes.*
*That sounds comfy*
*A cowneck sweater, a thermal insulation undershirt, a giant XL sized zip up blue plaid hoodie with soft lining, long blue jeans with many many pockets, and thick boots.Z
*Yesh. Very comfy sounding indeed*
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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.
Leo is protecting a small town where bandits are raiding. He uses ball peen hammers coated in fire as weapons.
-new character-
Walking down the market street is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
Loriche rushes in to offer support with her pick, axe, and the smiting bolts of the heavens.
*i love it*
Teliyan is somberly roaming the town, his umbrella up despite it being a clear day.
Leo smiles a bit as he slams his hammers into a bandit's sides.
The bard looks at them curiously.
“I never knew you were so good at combat!” She says to him while clobbering the militants.
He stares back at the bard, raising an eyebrow.
"Comes with the territory of being a demigod!" he says, bashing a guys skull in.
"Whats with the umbrella?" he asks softly
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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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*My job is making gay men, the secondary cash inflow in working at a nature center.*
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
*is this a good thing?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry I took a minute, who would you like?*
Loriche rushes in to offer support with her pick, axe, and the smiting bolts of the heavens.
*i love it*
Teliyan is somberly roaming the town, his umbrella up despite it being a clear day.
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.
In the audience, Merabelle, who was actually there to fight herself, is cheering them on with the broadest smile in the world on her face.
Ana is providing covering fire where she can, having recovered from her panic attack, and landing headshots from a hidden position. Stealth:10
Leo smiles a bit as he slams his hammers into a bandit's sides.
The bard looks at them curiously.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren, despite his age, is surprisingly nimble on his feet. He weaves between his opponents jabs, countering with blows of his own.
A few bandits see her and attack her. Attack: 25 Damage: 13
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Bruh, my energy is so low. I need to drink like five monster coffee's, a pure packet of sugar, the blood of a republican, and a bag of coffee candies.*
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
*When they said “only essential jobs” during the pandemic, they were referring exclusively to you*
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*All good. Sersha and John perhaps?*
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.
“Hit ‘em with the knockout!” She shouts, leaning over the arena they are fighting it “He ain’t gonna stand up much longer!”
The attack hits, annoyingly enough, and cuts pretty deep into her arm. She decides to pay them back and shoot some of them point blank. To hit:18 8 Damage:10+1 11+4
*My clothing choice today is a mix between Arthur Morgan but specifically ✨winter✨ Arthur Morgan, THE GREAT RAATMA, and autistic child who hates wearing anything other than one set of soft clothes.*
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
Theren is caught off guard as he receives a jab to his nose, making blood spray for a moment.
One collapses while the other tries to kill her. Attack: 16 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Of course. Here you go.*
Sersha is making oil in a grinding bowl, trying to make some medical oils and pastes alongside more venoms, humming to herself as she does.
John is practicing fighting without a blade, shadow boxing, though his formation certainly isn’t perfect, much less refined than with his blade.
*That sounds comfy*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I never knew you were so good at combat!” She says to him while clobbering the militants.
He stares back at the bard, raising an eyebrow.
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.
*A cowneck sweater, a thermal insulation undershirt, a giant XL sized zip up blue plaid hoodie with soft lining, long blue jeans with many many pockets, and thick boots.Z
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
She shouts in dismay, revealing she’s distracting them, leaning back in her chair, which creeks under her weight.
They also hit her, but she’s still standing, if not by much. She loads the arbalest twice more, firing for their gut. To hit:15 27 Damage:5+1 5+1
*Yesh. Very comfy sounding indeed*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Comes with the territory of being a demigod!" he says, bashing a guys skull in.
"Whats with the umbrella?" he asks softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.