*Morning, slernles. I've come to cuddle monsters, make friends, and break fingers. Not necessarily in that order.*
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
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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.
Leo is bedridden, his veins like fire and having a burning hot fever.
Oliver is eating sweets instead of a proper breakfast while reading up on some new spells.
-new intro-
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso.
*Im going to deal with Theren’s thing later, anyway, how’re you today?*
Ana is doing what she can to help him, making him his meals, cleaning up for him, and when she doesn’t have anything to do, she sits beside the bed, helping him directly.
Merabelle catches them in the act, pulling a piece of candy out of their hands from behind with two claws, “Oliver? Wanna explain yerself?”
They happen to sit at a tree where Grove is also resting. He is awakened by the man’s clanking armor and his panting, getting out from the ground, vines snapping as the empty suit of armor stumbles around to the other side of the tree, and to them, leaning down over them, “Calm down.” Comes the hollow voice, “Bleed flows faster when you’re scared.”
*Im alright*
Leos eyes are closed at the moment as he shivers.
Oliver freezes, looking behind him slowly.
The knight reaches for his broken blade, still wheezing for air
*Better than bad, hope things get better.*
She takes his hand, holding it as tightly as she can be both of hers, looking over to Festus, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Merabelle is standing there, she doesn’t look angry, more interested “This don’t look like yer breakfast, Oliver.”
He puts his hand to theirs, stopping them, his voice echoing in the metal of the empty suit “Stop, calm down, deeper breaths.”
*yep*
Festus huffs and looks to the heavens
Oliver swallows his mouthful of chocolate. "i...uhm..."
"Y-your no Hollow are you?" he asks quietly
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
*Morning, slernles. I've come to cuddle monsters, make friends, and break fingers. Not necessarily in that order.*
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches from the tree hes collapsed at, interest in his eyes
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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 bedridden, his veins like fire and having a burning hot fever.
Oliver is eating sweets instead of a proper breakfast while reading up on some new spells.
-new intro-
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso.
*Im going to deal with Theren’s thing later, anyway, how’re you today?*
Ana is doing what she can to help him, making him his meals, cleaning up for him, and when she doesn’t have anything to do, she sits beside the bed, helping him directly.
Merabelle catches them in the act, pulling a piece of candy out of their hands from behind with two claws, “Oliver? Wanna explain yerself?”
They happen to sit at a tree where Grove is also resting. He is awakened by the man’s clanking armor and his panting, getting out from the ground, vines snapping as the empty suit of armor stumbles around to the other side of the tree, and to them, leaning down over them, “Calm down.” Comes the hollow voice, “Bleed flows faster when you’re scared.”
*Im alright*
Leos eyes are closed at the moment as he shivers.
Oliver freezes, looking behind him slowly.
The knight reaches for his broken blade, still wheezing for air
*Better than bad, hope things get better.*
She takes his hand, holding it as tightly as she can be both of hers, looking over to Festus, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Merabelle is standing there, she doesn’t look angry, more interested “This don’t look like yer breakfast, Oliver.”
He puts his hand to theirs, stopping them, his voice echoing in the metal of the empty suit “Stop, calm down, deeper breaths.”
*yep*
Festus huffs and looks to the heavens
Oliver swallows his mouthful of chocolate. "i...uhm..."
"Y-your no Hollow are you?" he asks quietly
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
*No. DS1*
Festus looks towards a fountain that's creating a small rainbow. Golden drachmae sit next to it.
"ow ow ow ow!" he says.
"Thanks goodness..." he says with relief.
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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 bedridden, his veins like fire and having a burning hot fever.
Oliver is eating sweets instead of a proper breakfast while reading up on some new spells.
-new intro-
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso.
*Im going to deal with Theren’s thing later, anyway, how’re you today?*
Ana is doing what she can to help him, making him his meals, cleaning up for him, and when she doesn’t have anything to do, she sits beside the bed, helping him directly.
Merabelle catches them in the act, pulling a piece of candy out of their hands from behind with two claws, “Oliver? Wanna explain yerself?”
They happen to sit at a tree where Grove is also resting. He is awakened by the man’s clanking armor and his panting, getting out from the ground, vines snapping as the empty suit of armor stumbles around to the other side of the tree, and to them, leaning down over them, “Calm down.” Comes the hollow voice, “Bleed flows faster when you’re scared.”
*Im alright*
Leos eyes are closed at the moment as he shivers.
Oliver freezes, looking behind him slowly.
The knight reaches for his broken blade, still wheezing for air
*Better than bad, hope things get better.*
She takes his hand, holding it as tightly as she can be both of hers, looking over to Festus, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Merabelle is standing there, she doesn’t look angry, more interested “This don’t look like yer breakfast, Oliver.”
He puts his hand to theirs, stopping them, his voice echoing in the metal of the empty suit “Stop, calm down, deeper breaths.”
*yep*
Festus huffs and looks to the heavens
Oliver swallows his mouthful of chocolate. "i...uhm..."
"Y-your no Hollow are you?" he asks quietly
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
*No. DS1*
Festus looks towards a fountain that's creating a small rainbow. Golden drachmae sit next to it.
"ow ow ow ow!" he says.
"Thanks goodness..." he says with relief.
*Nice, I made a guy from FMA two days ago.*
She grabs her crossbow, fists balled and full of rage. She goes over to the fountain, doing whatever she needs to get to Hephaestus somehow.
“I told ya no sweets fer breakfast, ya gonna listen next time?” She asks, looking down at them.
“A hollow caused these injuries?” He says, finishing up the bandages.
*Vibin. I introed Aix yesterday so now the drama queen is vibin.*
*:D May I meet him?*
*Sure*
A factory has somehow appeared outside of town. It isn't the normal kind, rusted metal and smoke choked air, rather pristine and clean and made of black metal. A neon sign with bright pink letters spelling out 'BETTER BODY COMPANY' is hung out from. The air smells like orange, vanilla, lilac, and rose. The door's are open, leading to a pristine hall with folks selling beauty supplies of all kinds. A short Saytr woman and a chubby Medusa woman help customers with advice and suggestions of what they should buy. On top of a balcony, over looking it all, a figure watches.
Riotan loves to look into any new developments in town, and is very sensitive to aromas of all kinds, so this is like a magnet for him.
As he walks in, the Medusa woman smiles and walks up to him. Her pink snake hair flicks their tongues as they sense a fellow reptile of sorts. "Hello dear! Welcome to the Better Body company. How can I help you?"
“Oh, I’m just looking around.” He shrugs.
"Well, if you need anything honey, let us know okay?" She beams and go over to assist another customer.
Rio nods, tasting the air for any unusual strands of thought in the air.
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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.
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Leo is bedridden, his veins like fire and having a burning hot fever.
Oliver is eating sweets instead of a proper breakfast while reading up on some new spells.
-new intro-
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso.
*Im going to deal with Theren’s thing later, anyway, how’re you today?*
Ana is doing what she can to help him, making him his meals, cleaning up for him, and when she doesn’t have anything to do, she sits beside the bed, helping him directly.
Merabelle catches them in the act, pulling a piece of candy out of their hands from behind with two claws, “Oliver? Wanna explain yerself?”
They happen to sit at a tree where Grove is also resting. He is awakened by the man’s clanking armor and his panting, getting out from the ground, vines snapping as the empty suit of armor stumbles around to the other side of the tree, and to them, leaning down over them, “Calm down.” Comes the hollow voice, “Bleed flows faster when you’re scared.”
*Im alright*
Leos eyes are closed at the moment as he shivers.
Oliver freezes, looking behind him slowly.
The knight reaches for his broken blade, still wheezing for air
*Better than bad, hope things get better.*
She takes his hand, holding it as tightly as she can be both of hers, looking over to Festus, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Merabelle is standing there, she doesn’t look angry, more interested “This don’t look like yer breakfast, Oliver.”
He puts his hand to theirs, stopping them, his voice echoing in the metal of the empty suit “Stop, calm down, deeper breaths.”
*yep*
Festus huffs and looks to the heavens
Oliver swallows his mouthful of chocolate. "i...uhm..."
"Y-your no Hollow are you?" he asks quietly
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
*No. DS1*
Festus looks towards a fountain that's creating a small rainbow. Golden drachmae sit next to it.
"ow ow ow ow!" he says.
"Thanks goodness..." he says with relief.
*Nice, I made a guy from FMA two days ago.*
She grabs her crossbow, fists balled and full of rage. She goes over to the fountain, doing whatever she needs to get to Hephaestus somehow.
“I told ya no sweets fer breakfast, ya gonna listen next time?” She asks, looking down at them.
“A hollow caused these injuries?” He says, finishing up the bandages.
*noice*
As she tosses the coin through the rainbow and says Hephaestus's name a shimmering form of his scowling face appears.
"Yes maam." he says, nodding
He nods. "Yes."
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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.
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches Nathan ride by silently.
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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.
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
Gravedigger teleports up with some food. he sits down near the edge and begins to eat
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
*Morning, slernles. I've come to cuddle monsters, make friends, and break fingers. Not necessarily in that order.*
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches from the tree hes collapsed at, interest in his eyes
The strange rider calmly slips off his mount and approaches. He sits down a few yards in front of the knight. He seems at peace for a couple seconds, just enjoying the breeze, before sighing. "Let's get you up. The war's not over yet, man. Rise."
Healing: 39
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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.
Leo is bedridden, his veins like fire and having a burning hot fever.
Oliver is eating sweets instead of a proper breakfast while reading up on some new spells.
-new intro-
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso.
*Im going to deal with Theren’s thing later, anyway, how’re you today?*
Ana is doing what she can to help him, making him his meals, cleaning up for him, and when she doesn’t have anything to do, she sits beside the bed, helping him directly.
Merabelle catches them in the act, pulling a piece of candy out of their hands from behind with two claws, “Oliver? Wanna explain yerself?”
They happen to sit at a tree where Grove is also resting. He is awakened by the man’s clanking armor and his panting, getting out from the ground, vines snapping as the empty suit of armor stumbles around to the other side of the tree, and to them, leaning down over them, “Calm down.” Comes the hollow voice, “Bleed flows faster when you’re scared.”
*Im alright*
Leos eyes are closed at the moment as he shivers.
Oliver freezes, looking behind him slowly.
The knight reaches for his broken blade, still wheezing for air
*Better than bad, hope things get better.*
She takes his hand, holding it as tightly as she can be both of hers, looking over to Festus, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Merabelle is standing there, she doesn’t look angry, more interested “This don’t look like yer breakfast, Oliver.”
He puts his hand to theirs, stopping them, his voice echoing in the metal of the empty suit “Stop, calm down, deeper breaths.”
*yep*
Festus huffs and looks to the heavens
Oliver swallows his mouthful of chocolate. "i...uhm..."
"Y-your no Hollow are you?" he asks quietly
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
*No. DS1*
Festus looks towards a fountain that's creating a small rainbow. Golden drachmae sit next to it.
"ow ow ow ow!" he says.
"Thanks goodness..." he says with relief.
*Nice, I made a guy from FMA two days ago.*
She grabs her crossbow, fists balled and full of rage. She goes over to the fountain, doing whatever she needs to get to Hephaestus somehow.
“I told ya no sweets fer breakfast, ya gonna listen next time?” She asks, looking down at them.
“A hollow caused these injuries?” He says, finishing up the bandages.
*noice*
As she tosses the coin through the rainbow and says Hephaestus's name a shimmering form of his scowling face appears.
"Yes maam." he says, nodding
He nods. "Yes."
“Stop messing with Leo you [gp].” She says, looking at the scowling face with an expression only describable as unrelenting rage.
She lets go of their ear, kissing them on the forehead, “Good, what’re ya doin’, sweetheart?”
“Don’t put much effort into anything for the next few days, you’ll only be hurting yourself. You need time to heal.”
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches Nathan ride by silently.
Nathan narrows his brown eyes and unsaddles himself from his horse. He walks over and tilts his head "Alive or dead son?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Morning, slernles. I've come to cuddle monsters, make friends, and break fingers. Not necessarily in that order.*
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches from the tree hes collapsed at, interest in his eyes
The strange rider calmly slips off his mount and approaches. He sits down a few yards in front of the knight. He seems at peace for a couple seconds, just enjoying the breeze, before sighing. "Let's get you up. The war's not over yet, man. Rise."
Healing: 44
The knight gasps as the wounds are stitched shut by their magic
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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 bedridden, his veins like fire and having a burning hot fever.
Oliver is eating sweets instead of a proper breakfast while reading up on some new spells.
-new intro-
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso.
*Im going to deal with Theren’s thing later, anyway, how’re you today?*
Ana is doing what she can to help him, making him his meals, cleaning up for him, and when she doesn’t have anything to do, she sits beside the bed, helping him directly.
Merabelle catches them in the act, pulling a piece of candy out of their hands from behind with two claws, “Oliver? Wanna explain yerself?”
They happen to sit at a tree where Grove is also resting. He is awakened by the man’s clanking armor and his panting, getting out from the ground, vines snapping as the empty suit of armor stumbles around to the other side of the tree, and to them, leaning down over them, “Calm down.” Comes the hollow voice, “Bleed flows faster when you’re scared.”
*Im alright*
Leos eyes are closed at the moment as he shivers.
Oliver freezes, looking behind him slowly.
The knight reaches for his broken blade, still wheezing for air
*Better than bad, hope things get better.*
She takes his hand, holding it as tightly as she can be both of hers, looking over to Festus, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Merabelle is standing there, she doesn’t look angry, more interested “This don’t look like yer breakfast, Oliver.”
He puts his hand to theirs, stopping them, his voice echoing in the metal of the empty suit “Stop, calm down, deeper breaths.”
*yep*
Festus huffs and looks to the heavens
Oliver swallows his mouthful of chocolate. "i...uhm..."
"Y-your no Hollow are you?" he asks quietly
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
*No. DS1*
Festus looks towards a fountain that's creating a small rainbow. Golden drachmae sit next to it.
"ow ow ow ow!" he says.
"Thanks goodness..." he says with relief.
*Nice, I made a guy from FMA two days ago.*
She grabs her crossbow, fists balled and full of rage. She goes over to the fountain, doing whatever she needs to get to Hephaestus somehow.
“I told ya no sweets fer breakfast, ya gonna listen next time?” She asks, looking down at them.
“A hollow caused these injuries?” He says, finishing up the bandages.
*noice*
As she tosses the coin through the rainbow and says Hephaestus's name a shimmering form of his scowling face appears.
"Yes maam." he says, nodding
He nods. "Yes."
“Stop messing with Leo you [gp].” She says, looking at the scowling face with an expression only describable as unrelenting rage.
She lets go of their ear, kissing them on the forehead, “Good, what’re ya doin’, sweetheart?”
“Don’t put much effort into anything for the next few days, you’ll only be hurting yourself. You need time to heal.”
"And if i dont?"
"Just reading up on new spells." he mumbles, rubbing his ear
"Will do." the knight says. "Many thanks."
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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.
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches Nathan ride by silently.
Nathan narrows his brown eyes and unsaddles himself from his horse. He walks over and tilts his head "Alive or dead son?"
"Alive, but not by much." he says weakly
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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.
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
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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.
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*Morning, slernles. I've come to cuddle monsters, make friends, and break fingers. Not necessarily in that order.*
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bleach reference?*
Her hands clinch “I knew it was that [gp]ing [gp]. How do I contact him?” She stands up from her seat.
She grabs his ear, pulling him onto his tippy toes, “Come on, explain yerself.”
He takes some of their clothes bandaging them up “I am dead, I was once human like you, yet I haven’t lost myself.”
A knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches from the tree hes collapsed at, interest in his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*No. DS1*
Festus looks towards a fountain that's creating a small rainbow. Golden drachmae sit next to it.
"ow ow ow ow!" he says.
"Thanks goodness..." he says with relief.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nice, I made a guy from FMA two days ago.*
She grabs her crossbow, fists balled and full of rage. She goes over to the fountain, doing whatever she needs to get to Hephaestus somehow.
“I told ya no sweets fer breakfast, ya gonna listen next time?” She asks, looking down at them.
“A hollow caused these injuries?” He says, finishing up the bandages.
Rio nods, tasting the air for any unusual strands of thought in the air.
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.
*For anyone who wants to roleplay I suppose.*
Aix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, reading a magazine while lounging about. He wears a black, thin fabric turtleneck, a pair of black, bell-bottom-styled cargo pants, and a pair of platform boots. He doesn't seem to mind people giving him looks due to his face, being too focused on the magazine he is reading but also his nature of not giving two [GP]'s.
Nathan is out with his horse, taking a ride around the plains outside the town. He is dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of brown jeans. His face is still covered by a black balaclava but he doesn't have his hat one.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He can smell someone, or something, almost infested by rot but also by immortality.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*noice*
As she tosses the coin through the rainbow and says Hephaestus's name a shimmering form of his scowling face appears.
"Yes maam." he says, nodding
He nods. "Yes."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ooh, fun!” Rio starts following the trail.
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 knight in simple plate armor staggers through the woods, heading to the tavern. He armor is broken and bloody, his sword the very same. Half of his helmet is broken, allowing some of his brown hair to peek out along with his hazel eyes. A knight with no crown or being to serve, hollow and empty. He collapses, sitting against a tree. His breath comes in short gasps as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his torso. He watches Nathan ride by silently.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can smell it leading to the figure overwatching the folks down below though its hidden under layers of different perfume.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gravedigger teleports up with some food. he sits down near the edge and begins to eat
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
The strange rider calmly slips off his mount and approaches. He sits down a few yards in front of the knight. He seems at peace for a couple seconds, just enjoying the breeze, before sighing. "Let's get you up. The war's not over yet, man. Rise."
Healing: 39
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Stop messing with Leo you [gp].” She says, looking at the scowling face with an expression only describable as unrelenting rage.
She lets go of their ear, kissing them on the forehead, “Good, what’re ya doin’, sweetheart?”
“Don’t put much effort into anything for the next few days, you’ll only be hurting yourself. You need time to heal.”
Nathan narrows his brown eyes and unsaddles himself from his horse. He walks over and tilts his head "Alive or dead son?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The knight gasps as the wounds are stitched shut by their magic
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And if i dont?"
"Just reading up on new spells." he mumbles, rubbing his ear
"Will do." the knight says. "Many thanks."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Alive, but not by much." he says weakly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A short human with a bamboo hat and pink, circular glasses rides into town on the back of some sort of cat-serpent creature. The man laughs and smiles a lot, giving people rides on his strange mount and chatting openly about nothing in particular. Kids especially seem to love him already, but scholars of war (those who have at least a +5 to History or can pass a DC 15 History check) might not take him at face value.
History:
This is General Baegoji, a brilliant tactician from over 1,000 years ago known for eating the warbeasts and strongest warriors of the opposing side... assuming they didn't submit to him first, which was the usual occurrence due to the terror he inspired in foes. Other generals often imitated him in hopes of instilling that same dread. According to legend, he was a demon sent to ravage the morale of mortals and prepare them for an incursion, but he enjoyed eating them so much that he chose to fight the forces of darkness to protect his "livestock."
Detect creature type:
This man is a Beast, as is his mount. Both are magical in some capacity.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.