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."
“Leo will resent you more than he already does because I’ll get myself killed trying to kill you.”
She looks at the book, smiling “What spells are ya tryin’ ta read up on? Can I see?”
“Don’t thank me, I’m just an old man who’s got nothing better to do than help people.”
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
He smiles at the armored warrior as the serpent-cat walks over. He reaches into the saddlebag and removes some clay bottles, rolling one over to the knight. "Baekseju. They say the herbs in this wine will let you live for over a hundred years."
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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.
Theren is putting the finishing touches on the protective amulets he's making for his family.
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.
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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.
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
He smiles at the armored warrior as the serpent-cat walks over. He reaches into the saddlebag and removes some clay bottles, rolling one over to the knight. "Baekseju. They say the herbs in this wine will let you live for over a hundred years."
The knight takes the bottle. "I've lived for longer than that im afraid."
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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.
Hephaestus snarls. "Divorce him and i'll heal him. You dont deserve my son."
"What do you mean no?"
The knight is very confused by this
"What happened to you smiting us both? I could just tell Leo that you want me to divorce him, and he'll hate you all the more. If you loved Leo you wouldn't be hurting him over me."
She puts the book under her arm "This ain't magic I'll let ya dip yer fingers inta, cause it'll take yer hand."
(Good place to end?)
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hephaestus snarls. "Divorce him and i'll heal him. You dont deserve my son."
"What do you mean no?"
The knight is very confused by this
"What happened to you smiting us both? I could just tell Leo that you want me to divorce him, and he'll hate you all the more. If you loved Leo you wouldn't be hurting him over me."
She puts the book under her arm "This ain't magic I'll let ya dip yer fingers inta, cause it'll take yer hand."
(Good place to end?)
"You are not worthy of my son and his love."
"but..."
*Sure*
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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.
Hephaestus snarls. "Divorce him and i'll heal him. You dont deserve my son."
"What do you mean no?"
The knight is very confused by this
"What happened to you smiting us both? I could just tell Leo that you want me to divorce him, and he'll hate you all the more. If you loved Leo you wouldn't be hurting him over me."
She puts the book under her arm "This ain't magic I'll let ya dip yer fingers inta, cause it'll take yer hand."
(Good place to end?)
"You are not worthy of my son and his love."
"but..."
*Sure*
"And neither are you, but only one of us is hurting him. Who is that?" She asks mockingly.
"But what? Don't feel shy ta say nothin' ta me."
*Want anyone else?*
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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.'
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
He sighs and kneels down "Gotta name?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Hephaestus snarls. "Divorce him and i'll heal him. You dont deserve my son."
"What do you mean no?"
The knight is very confused by this
"What happened to you smiting us both? I could just tell Leo that you want me to divorce him, and he'll hate you all the more. If you loved Leo you wouldn't be hurting him over me."
She puts the book under her arm "This ain't magic I'll let ya dip yer fingers inta, cause it'll take yer hand."
(Good place to end?)
"You are not worthy of my son and his love."
"but..."
*Sure*
"And neither are you, but only one of us is hurting him. Who is that?" She asks mockingly.
"But what? Don't feel shy ta say nothin' ta me."
*Want anyone else?*
Hephaestus snarls, waving his hand as Leo writhes even more
"I...i want to be more powerful..."
*Anyone you wanna interact with Theren?*
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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.
He smiles at the armored warrior as the serpent-cat walks over. He reaches into the saddlebag and removes some clay bottles, rolling one over to the knight. "Baekseju. They say the herbs in this wine will let you live for over a hundred years."
The knight takes the bottle. "I've lived for longer than that im afraid."
He takes a drink from his own bottle. "So have I. But there's little point in life if you can't enjoy a drink now and then. There's more to it, but that's one of the bare neccesities in my opinion."
He rubs his monstrous pet's belly, causing it to curl and roll on the ground, purring like an engine. "So, who were you? Before you became a warrior?"
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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.
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
He sighs and kneels down "Gotta name?"
"Oscar....i used to be a knight of Astora..."
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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.
Aix narrows his eyes, lowering his magazine. "Terrific.." He grumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smiles at the armored warrior as the serpent-cat walks over. He reaches into the saddlebag and removes some clay bottles, rolling one over to the knight. "Baekseju. They say the herbs in this wine will let you live for over a hundred years."
The knight takes the bottle. "I've lived for longer than that im afraid."
He takes a drink from his own bottle. "So have I. But there's little point in life if you can't enjoy a drink now and then. There's more to it, but that's one of the bare neccesities in my opinion."
He rubs his monstrous pet's belly, causing it to curl and roll on the ground, purring like an engine. "So, who were you? Before you became a warrior?"
"My name is Oscar, I was a Knight of Astora...before the kingdom collapsed..." he says, taking a sip from the bottle
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“Leo will resent you more than he already does because I’ll get myself killed trying to kill you.”
She looks at the book, smiling “What spells are ya tryin’ ta read up on? Can I see?”
“Don’t thank me, I’m just an old man who’s got nothing better to do than help people.”
"You are nothing. I could smite the both of you."
He pushes the book towards her. It is full of dark magic.
"Still, many thanks."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow "What you can do, and what you will do are two different things."
She widens her eyes as she looks through the book, and down to them, "No." She closes the book.
He walks back to the other side of the tree, "Any time, friend." He collapses back into a suit of scrap metal.
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.)
*anyone else want to rp?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Hephaestus snarls. "Divorce him and i'll heal him. You dont deserve my son."
"What do you mean no?"
The knight is very confused by this
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles at the armored warrior as the serpent-cat walks over. He reaches into the saddlebag and removes some clay bottles, rolling one over to the knight. "Baekseju. They say the herbs in this wine will let you live for over a hundred years."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I introed a bit ago, if you're interested.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If you want to, totally.*
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.)
*Yesh -shoves characters- *
Theren is putting the finishing touches on the protective amulets he's making for his family.
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.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The knight takes the bottle. "I've lived for longer than that im afraid."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What happened to you smiting us both? I could just tell Leo that you want me to divorce him, and he'll hate you all the more. If you loved Leo you wouldn't be hurting him over me."
She puts the book under her arm "This ain't magic I'll let ya dip yer fingers inta, cause it'll take yer hand."
(Good place to end?)
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.)
"You are not worthy of my son and his love."
"but..."
*Sure*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And neither are you, but only one of us is hurting him. Who is that?" She asks mockingly.
"But what? Don't feel shy ta say nothin' ta me."
*Want anyone else?*
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.)
He sighs and kneels down "Gotta name?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hephaestus snarls, waving his hand as Leo writhes even more
"I...i want to be more powerful..."
*Anyone you wanna interact with Theren?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes a drink from his own bottle. "So have I. But there's little point in life if you can't enjoy a drink now and then. There's more to it, but that's one of the bare neccesities in my opinion."
He rubs his monstrous pet's belly, causing it to curl and roll on the ground, purring like an engine. "So, who were you? Before you became a warrior?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oscar....i used to be a knight of Astora..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Aix narrows his eyes, lowering his magazine. "Terrific.." He grumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Riotan heads up toward the source of the aroma.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"My name is Oscar, I was a Knight of Astora...before the kingdom collapsed..." he says, taking a sip from the bottle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.