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..."
"How fun." He rolls his eyes and tilts his head "Where the wound at bud?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Rio nods, tasting the air for any unusual strands of thought in the air.
He can smell someone, or something, almost infested by rot but also by immortality.
“Ooh, fun!” Rio starts following the trail.
He can smell it leading to the figure overwatching the folks down below though it’s hidden under layers of different perfume.
Riotan heads up toward the source of the aroma.
He see's a slender, lanky figure dressed in a black kimono-styled outfit, smoking a cigarette. "What do you want?" A male voice grumbles as the figures turns to them, brushing their long black hair back. Their face is completely missing the skin, only a red muscular mess staring back.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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..."
"How fun." He rolls his eyes and tilts his head "Where the wound at bud?"
"Stomach." he says, the cloth he was using bled through
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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
He sighs and kneels down "Gotta name?"
"Oscar....i used to be a knight of Astora..."
"How fun." He rolls his eyes and tilts his head "Where the wound at bud?"
"Stomach." he says, the cloth he was using bled through
Nathan rips off the armor, removing the cloth. He sighs and mumbles something (Heal: 100 HP) as the wound begins to close and heal almost on its own.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Rio nods, tasting the air for any unusual strands of thought in the air.
He can smell someone, or something, almost infested by rot but also by immortality.
“Ooh, fun!” Rio starts following the trail.
He can smell it leading to the figure overwatching the folks down below though it’s hidden under layers of different perfume.
Riotan heads up toward the source of the aroma.
He see's a slender, lanky figure dressed in a black kimono-styled outfit, smoking a cigarette. "What do you want?" A male voice grumbles as the figures turns to them, brushing their long black hair back. Their face is completely missing the skin, only a red muscular mess staring back.
He shrugs again, unfazed. “I dunno. Just could taste that you were a little more like me than the rest of the stock here.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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
"Astora... that's a nice name." He pulls out a little notepad from the saddlebag and looks through it. "'Highly advanced, quite beautiful. Some of the most elite knights I've encountered. They seem quite capable of protecting themselves. Least priority.'" He frowns, his beautiful face creasing in a discomforting manner. "I remember now. No one could have predicted that anything could have pierced the defenses so easily, let alone cause that much damage. My condolences."
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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.
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
"Astora... that's a nice name." He pulls out a little notepad from the saddlebag and looks through it. "'Highly advanced, quite beautiful. Some of the most elite knights I've encountered. They seem quite capable of protecting themselves. Least priority.'" He frowns, his beautiful face creasing in a discomforting manner. "I remember now. No one could have predicted that anything could have pierced the defenses so easily, let alone cause that much damage. My condolences."
He nods. "Now i am just a knight with no one to serve..."
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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.
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.
Aix narrows his eyes, lowering his magazine. "Terrific.." He grumbles.
Eventually, the man rides over to the tavern, noticing Aix on the roof. "Hey there. Would you like a ride? You might be a little big, but I'm sure Oris could carry you."
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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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"How fun." He rolls his eyes and tilts his head "Where the wound at bud?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm not divorcing Leo, so you're just hurting your son for no reason." She keeps a brave face, though she worries for him.
"Why do ya want ta be more powerful, sweetheart?"
*Yep, but what's he doing? I don't remember.*
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.)
*want anyone then?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He see's a slender, lanky figure dressed in a black kimono-styled outfit, smoking a cigarette. "What do you want?" A male voice grumbles as the figures turns to them, brushing their long black hair back. Their face is completely missing the skin, only a red muscular mess staring back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Stomach." he says, the cloth he was using bled through
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Specifically? Not really, whoever you want to play is fine.*
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.)
Hephaestus snarls and waves his hand again, making the lines of fire vanish. "Watch your back Ana." the image then vanishes
"To protect you and the others."
*Putting the finishing touches on protective amulets for his family*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nathan rips off the armor, removing the cloth. He sighs and mumbles something (Heal: 100 HP) as the wound begins to close and heal almost on its own.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank...you.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She near immediately runs back over to Leo, looking down at them, taking their hands, "Leo, are you feeling better?" Tears welling up in her eyes.
She looks touched "Thank ya, but that ain't the way to protect people. Trust me." She seems to be speaking from personal experience.
A child walks over to Theren, though there is a strange sense of familiarity, this kid looks almost exactly like Tim, but he isn't a construct.
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.)
Leo nods, groaning in pain as he tries to sit up
Oliver nods, staying quiet.
"Tim..? Is that you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't thank me. I just sped up your bodies healing factor." He grumbled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shrugs again, unfazed. “I dunno. Just could taste that you were a little more like me than the rest of the stock here.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Still...I thank ye."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Astora... that's a nice name." He pulls out a little notepad from the saddlebag and looks through it. "'Highly advanced, quite beautiful. Some of the most elite knights I've encountered. They seem quite capable of protecting themselves. Least priority.'" He frowns, his beautiful face creasing in a discomforting manner. "I remember now. No one could have predicted that anything could have pierced the defenses so easily, let alone cause that much damage. My condolences."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods. "Now i am just a knight with no one to serve..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She helps them into a seated position, looking worried still.
"Oliver, I wanna show ya somethin'." She rubs her arm open a bit, her blood is black as night as it drinks to the ground, burning and sizzling.
He gives a wide smile, though he looks completely normal eye, other than his eyes, nodding "Yep!"
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.)
*alr*
Mauric is doing his daily mimic check.
Loriche is hunting for scrap metal in the fringes of the wood.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He looks at her, cupping her face
Oliver looks confused.
"Your...you arent a construct."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Eventually, the man rides over to the tavern, noticing Aix on the roof. "Hey there. Would you like a ride? You might be a little big, but I'm sure Oris could carry you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.