*Good morning, my lovely entities of paradoxical nature! How are you all doing today?*
*Good morning Yvonne, I am as well as one may be.*
*That is most wonderful! Good to hear you're doing well. Would you like to rp for a little while?*
*I am happy to be happy, I‘d I would love to rp with you. Who would you like to have?*
*edit: Oops, I misread the post. I don't have any particular preference for any characters- I love all your characters! The prompts below are the ones I have available at the moment. Sorry for any confusion this caused.*
*Let me see... [rummages through characters] Ah, here we are!*
KK is back at the warehouse after her vacation with Henry, painting another landscape out of blood.
Helianth is still rooted into the Spelljammer, using the few roots that have been freed from the ship's walls to read a book it found in the medical ward- a grim-looking tome that is making a feeble attempt to free itself from the Elder Evil's grasp.
Someone knocks on the door to the warehouse, though when they look outside, just what appears to be a doctor is there.
Tim is with them, just reading his book on magic, learning more every day
She pauses her work on the painting, walking over to the door. "Hello?" She says through the door to them.
It looks over at the book with interest. "I've been meaning to ask- how have your arcane studies been going?" It asks with genuine curiosity.
The doctor seems to shift shape back to the Bounty Hunter. He holds up his hands before they can react, “Not here to collect your bounty.”
“I can cast what the book calls ‘third level’ spells now.” He says, looking up to them with a bright smile on his face.
*hello, my darling beings from outside the folds of time and space!*
*Hello to you as well, my dear fellow paradox! How doth thee fare?*
*I am simply FRABJOUS! I have a wonderful idea for a very creepy/interesting deity for a cleric, though they would’ve worked best on Autumn Country, which i missed entirely due to my account being glitched.*
*Good to hear you're doing well! What's your idea for the deity? I'd love to hear, even if it doesn't end up being used.*
*so, this version of them, I made specifically for the Autumn country, although I would’ve had to talk to Dark if I were to ever use them on the Autumn Country, for obvious reasons.*
*the idea is: every 137 or so years, something changes within the Autumn Country. It gets colder, snow begins to fall, frost covers the dead and dying plants. It starts to become winter. Now, this is a big, big problem for the Autumn Country, considering it’s entirely based around the fact that it’s always Autumn. But they have a solution. As soon as the first snowflake falls upon Autumn Country, they begin a wild hunt: a hunt for the Barley King. The Barley king is quite literally a sacrificial lamb, who lives somewhere within the Country’s woods. Catch it, and sacrifice it, and winter is staved off. When it’s caught, a whole festival is held where they burn wicker statues of the Barley King and celebrate. The Barley King even has a cult, which are the ones who initiate the hunt for it every time winter approaches, and who draw clerical magic from it. The Barley king possesses great magical power over many things, but has never been known to use it for anything other than granting spells and to stave off winter when it is sacrificed. To be a god Is to lay upon the altar.*
He looks to Evan, his words working a bit more "No- I'm just surprised you want to be with me"
A large bronze dragon that fits the descriptor, though wearing goggles. "Hello! Have you seen twenty-four kobolds?"
“Why? I like you… and you help me feel less… nervous.” He says, looking up at them, “Do you want to be?”
He puts away his sword, a nervous smile on his face as he nods, “I know exactly where they are.” He adjusts his glasses, leading them to the Inn.
He smiles a slightly surprised smile "Yes"
"Ah... good..." the dragon looks down to him, calmly
He smiles happily at them, overjoyed that they want to.
He walks into the Inn, preparing to tell the kobolds their older sister is outside.
Wind smiles brightly
The kobolds have started a fighting ring, as kobolds yell at their siblings to fight their other siblings. Though there are twenty-five kobolds
(Good place to end?)
He grabs the kids, surprisingly strong for his seemingly twinkish frame (Athletics is +17). He slowly brings all of them out to their older sister, “Please behave yourselves.”
Aldo is sleeping on a park bench, curled up into a white-and-pink ball. The police refused to remove him, but they impounded his cart at night.
*If you want any other characters, please tell me.*
Benimaru sits down next to the bench, floating on his flaming mop. He did happen to bring Aldo’s cart with him after burning the impound to the ground, with no casualties of course.
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*nice*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Teralith turns to her "Hello, honey"
They wave, glad to see them again
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Im in the center of it.*
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 doctor seems to shift shape back to the Bounty Hunter. He holds up his hands before they can react, “Not here to collect your bounty.”
“I can cast what the book calls ‘third level’ spells now.” He says, looking up to them with a bright smile on his face.
*is it toasty?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I can't feel anything anymore but I would say yeah.*
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
Wind smiles brightly
The kobolds have started a fighting ring, as kobolds yell at their siblings to fight their other siblings. Though there are twenty-five kobolds
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*so, this version of them, I made specifically for the Autumn country, although I would’ve had to talk to Dark if I were to ever use them on the Autumn Country, for obvious reasons.*
*the idea is: every 137 or so years, something changes within the Autumn Country. It gets colder, snow begins to fall, frost covers the dead and dying plants. It starts to become winter. Now, this is a big, big problem for the Autumn Country, considering it’s entirely based around the fact that it’s always Autumn. But they have a solution. As soon as the first snowflake falls upon Autumn Country, they begin a wild hunt: a hunt for the Barley King. The Barley king is quite literally a sacrificial lamb, who lives somewhere within the Country’s woods. Catch it, and sacrifice it, and winter is staved off. When it’s caught, a whole festival is held where they burn wicker statues of the Barley King and celebrate. The Barley King even has a cult, which are the ones who initiate the hunt for it every time winter approaches, and who draw clerical magic from it. The Barley king possesses great magical power over many things, but has never been known to use it for anything other than granting spells and to stave off winter when it is sacrificed. To be a god Is to lay upon the altar.*
*Cut for Salem.*
Paracelsus is in her lab, laying on her bed in her pajamas, Nine resting on her chest as she softly pets them.
Marie is at the Inn, reminiscing about the time that she first met Jax, and everything that came after.
Mark is sitting outside of the Inn, sharpening his regular sword, mumbling nervously to himself as he uses his whet stone.
(Good place to end?)
He grabs the kids, surprisingly strong for his seemingly twinkish frame (Athletics is +17). He slowly brings all of them out to their older sister, “Please behave yourselves.”
*gtg RN Brb*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*hmm. well, wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody else wanna rp?*
*Ah, the triple J special.*
She turns to them, giving a wide smile “You know you don’t have to sit on the bed right?” She asks them, pulling a vial from nowhere.
She kisses his forehead every so often, though her mind is obviously somewhere else as she looks softly at them.
Mark puts down his whetstone, looking over to them “Do you… need a coffee or something?” He asks, adjusting his glasses.
Aldo is sleeping on a park bench, curled up into a white-and-pink ball. The police refused to remove him, but they impounded his cart at night.
*If you want any other characters, please tell me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Benimaru sits down next to the bench, floating on his flaming mop. He did happen to bring Aldo’s cart with him after burning the impound to the ground, with no casualties of course.