*I'm really trying to make a character that I will keep and enjoy, but I have to play them for a family game, so they can't be pagan, LGBT, or particularly violent.*
*hmm. I see. Are they the, ‘priest,’ of the pig god they made?*
*Yes, but they didn't make the god, they're just sustaining him. I don't want to ruin anyone else's fun, but I still want to have fun.*
She walks over to them, leaning on them, “Goodness, I’ve got a visceral hangover.”
“I was polite… but I haven’t been polite to everyone else.”
He shakes his head, blushing a bit, sputtering, “I was just giving you what you wanted, my love.”
"I'm still drunk.." she chuckles, clinging to them
"Well, some people make mistakes.."
"I don't mean just that, though.. the stone, your love in general..."
Heriot holds them up, “You should sleep, I’ll work off this hangover.” She picks them up.
“I don’t think it’s a mistake if you keep doing it… But I don’t want to ruin the mood.”
“I do love you, and I would’ve helped you stay warm, no matter what.” He rubs one side of her face, looking into her eyes, “I’ve want you to be happy.”
"Waiiit." she whines as she drops her mug, but then stops fighting them
"well, people aren't perfect.. Uhm, I like you, anyway.."
She groans softly, smiling and leaning into his touch. "And I you... I can think of nobody else to spend their life with..."
She begins wobblingly taking them back to the camp, paying for all of their drinks before they go.
She blushes heavily, looking over to them before looking down, “Oh… like as a friend…?”
“You mean everything to me.” He gives her another kiss, warming himself up a bit, “This was lovely, a satisfying ending to a night, unless you have anything else in mind.”
She dozes off in their arms, silent now
"Uhm.. a little more than that."
"I just ate, I.. never eat. I'm exhausted."
She puts them down inside of the tent, deciding to go for a cold swim to get this headache gone.
She is practically entirely red after that “Oh… me too…”
He smiles, “Then sleep my darling, I will be here when you wake up.”
(good end spot?)
"Drinks after we visit the family?"
"if you are certain." she smiles, nuzzling up against him and closing her eyes. (maybe here, too. Want anybody else or just split when Lotty and Marionette arrive?)
*If you want to end those two there then sure. I don’t have any particular wants, anyone would be lovely. Do you have any wants?*
She smiles, looking up at them, finally making eye contact again, “I would love to.”
*I'll just throw Jack in and then we'll have three when things split*
Jack is lazily casting inert spells in the tavern
She smiles, teeth bright. "To Jax and Marie's first, though."
Mark walks in wearing Jack’s jacket, his face covered in blood and his cheek partially cut open, bleeding freely.
She nods, once they reach their house, politely knocking on the door.
Meanwhile, Marie was doing some yoga when she hears the knock. She decides to get dressed, answering the door, smiling when she sees the two of them.
*Yes, but they didn't make the god, they're just sustaining him. I don't want to ruin anyone else's fun, but I still want to have fun.*
*oops, typo! I meant, ‘you,’ not, ‘they,’.*
*well they sound awesome.*
*I understand. Happens to the best of us.*
*I'm glad. I wanted to make them a cannibal, but that would offend everyone, especially my little brother who attacked Nails for threatening to blow up an employee after that employee hired wererat thugs to ruin our tavern. I might have to remove his priestly disguise, because impersonating a man of faith is pretty bad, especially to my father who is DMing and has a Master's in theology.*
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
Uriel has been marked for death by somebody attending
"Bacon's better for dragons." Jack says insistently, offering both Sozolek and the dragon some
Wyvern is in attendance, not fooled
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
*dw, he'll be fine.. probably*
"Father, good to see you." Says a tall and broad shouldered lion man with white fur, and a mane twisted into braids
"How come?" he asks, turning to them lazily.
Wyvern still is unamused, thinking there's got to be some sort of magic happening.
"Ah, hello. Bless be upon thee," he nods, "How may i assist you my child?" the young priest asks
"We lived in a desert region," he smiles, "Not many pigs made their way to us"
The jester leaves the man tied to the target board, now calling upon the audience for a volunteer, bringing a young man up onto the stage
The mark on the back of their neck begins to burn slightly if he's a sinful man. "Just a quick chat, how are you feeling?"
"Sounds like a decent reason." he chuckles
Wyvern licks his chops, watching closer now.
Define sinful i think, "I am well" he says with a smile, "How are you"
"She does like lizard though," he says, "Unsure if thats to do with the dragon side, or just the taste"
He pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them, before asking the man to draw one. As he draws the card, the jester has him show it to the crowd, "The hanged man"
Dishonest, secret life, etc. "I'm well, glad to be here."
"Not sure either, never tried it."
"You're a liar!" wyvern calls out as it changes to the The Hanged Woman
Then no, under the eyes of his god he's commited no sins, and non such as that. He smiles, "I am glad to have another young soul under Kalibur's love"
"if i catch one, i'll share" he grins
The jester lets out a laugh, producing a second mask as a rope darts out of the card, dragging a women onto the stage by their neck, "I see we have a miscreant. Fine, i'll play along" he says, putting the mask on the face of the girl, a tragedy mask in clash with the comedy one on his face
"I'm not just under his love, Father. I'm a messenger. You've been cleared." he chuckles "You want to get a drink."
"I'd be happy to join you for one."
Wyvern licks his lips, waiting for an opportonity to get closer to the stage
He tilts his head, "A messenger from whom? And cleared for what." he asks, before simply shrugging, "A drink may clear the mind, but it wets the powder of our psyche"
Sozo nods, feeding more bacon to his dragon
No one stops him from pushing forward, "Now, lets see who the real fool is. Me, the girl, or perhaps...." he says, the rope lifting the women off her feet by the neck
"Don't worry about that. Well, if you insist, I'll be going. Good to see you, Father."
"What's your name?"
Wyvern gets up on stage, and stares at the jester.
"Good to see you aswell my child" he smiles, "well, even if you aren't one of my flock, i will welcome you to my church any time."
"Sozolek, though you may call me Sozo" he smiles, lightly scratching the dragons chin, "And this is Pepper."
The jester points at him, "You! Hahahahaha, maybe you're the fool" he says with an audible grin
"I might return, we'll see." he lumbers off
"A nice name. My name's Jack, a pleasure."
"You're the fool. You sit here on your stage performing your tricks to these people, involving them.. And you do it all without proper music! It's a disgrace." he pulls an electric guitar out of nowhere
The priest smiles, going about his day as they leave
"Pleased to meet you jackie" he grins
The jester smiles, "Look at that, you wish to perform on my stage?" he asks,
he flushes at the nickname, turning away slightly. "What is it you do?"
"You need fitting music." he says, strumming some distorted chords that match the energy of the show, somehow playing through speakers. "And I'm a cheap gig~"
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
Podmorski doesn't respond verbally at first, instead smashing the hammer into the summer fey's head and letting it hang, the insides of the skull spilling out. He's quiet for a moment. "I don't like being made fun of."
"Did he make fun of you?" He asks in a tender voice, approaching cautiously and putting a paw on their shoulder
"No." He screws up his face. "His court trapped me in the Nightmare Realm for over a hundred years, and he was just standing there, where I could see him. The unmitigated gall of this man..."
*What's up, feyboi?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oops, typo! I meant, ‘you,’ not, ‘they,’.*
*well they sound awesome.*
*mm… possibly. For the most part it was a very good day, besides one thing that happened.*
*its sort of just something someone said to me that was… Blegh. Like, really, really Blegh.*
*otherwise, it was a rather normal day.*
Mark walks in wearing Jack’s jacket, his face covered in blood and his cheek partially cut open, bleeding freely.
She nods, once they reach their house, politely knocking on the door.
Meanwhile, Marie was doing some yoga when she hears the knock. She decides to get dressed, answering the door, smiling when she sees the two of them.
*someone made a very directly inappropriate comment about me and I don’t know how to feel about iiiiiit*
*I understand. Happens to the best of us.*
*I'm glad. I wanted to make them a cannibal, but that would offend everyone, especially my little brother who attacked Nails for threatening to blow up an employee after that employee hired wererat thugs to ruin our tavern. I might have to remove his priestly disguise, because impersonating a man of faith is pretty bad, especially to my father who is DMing and has a Master's in theology.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
"No." He screws up his face. "His court trapped me in the Nightmare Realm for over a hundred years, and he was just standing there, where I could see him. The unmitigated gall of this man..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alaric, Salem, one of you please cut that, it’s killing me physically.*
*Will do if salem doesn't, sorry*
*That is unacceptable. This will not be tolerated in any capacity. Did you tell someone in authority? Like a teacher or your parents?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Dont be sorry, we’re all good, just a little hard to scroll that much on mobile.*
*Going to ask one more time because I want to rp with people, but I don’t want to nag, does anyone at all, want to rp as well?*
*I did not. I didn’t want to make a scene, and nobody else heard what he said, or if they did, they didn’t care. I really should have.*
*I'm up for stuff, take your pick of my characters*