A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
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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.'
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Gravedigger nods to him from a table over
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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
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Gravedigger nods to him from a table over
They nod back to them, raising their glass of water to them politely.
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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.'
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Gravedigger nods to him from a table over
They nod back to them, raising their glass of water to them politely.
Gravedigger raises his in return, waving him over
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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
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
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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.'
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
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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
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
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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.'
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
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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 gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
(go right ahead :> )
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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
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
(go right ahead :> )
(I'd have to say, maybe being more descriptive, adding little mannerisms to characters to make them feel more like a part of the world, little traits or how they sound and idly act. Like for a random example of a character, Sparrow cleans his gun after every use because he considers it as taking care of himself. Just a thought though.)
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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.'
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
(go right ahead :> )
(I'd have to say, maybe being more descriptive, adding little mannerisms to characters to make them feel more like a part of the world, little traits or how they sound and idly act. Like for a random example of a character, Sparrow cleans his gun after every use because he considers it as taking care of himself. Just a thought though.)
(I'll take this into account. thank you)
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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
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
(go right ahead :> )
(I'd have to say, maybe being more descriptive, adding little mannerisms to characters to make them feel more like a part of the world, little traits or how they sound and idly act. Like for a random example of a character, Sparrow cleans his gun after every use because he considers it as taking care of himself. Just a thought though.)
(I'll take this into account. thank you)
(Just happy I could help, wanna continue the rp?)
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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.'
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
(go right ahead :> )
(I'd have to say, maybe being more descriptive, adding little mannerisms to characters to make them feel more like a part of the world, little traits or how they sound and idly act. Like for a random example of a character, Sparrow cleans his gun after every use because he considers it as taking care of himself. Just a thought though.)
(I'll take this into account. thank you)
(Just happy I could help, wanna continue the rp?)
(sure. also any constructive criticism I get is helpful so lmk if you see anything else I could improve on)
Gravedigger laughs as well "where are you from?"
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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
(didn't find it)
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*I'll get it again.*
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.)
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.)
Gravedigger nods to him from a table over
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
They nod back to them, raising their glass of water to them politely.
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.)
Gravedigger raises his in return, waving him over
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
He gets up from his chair, more glass shifting with each step as he bleeds before sitting back down his voice happy and charismatic "Nice to meet you."
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.)
"nice to meet you as well. welcome to the Inn"
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
"Happy to be welcome." He says with a chuckle. (Got a suggestion to improve your writing. Willing to hear it?)
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.)
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Baalzeboop incarnate, a terrifying sight indeed, how wonderful.*
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.)
(go right ahead :> )
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
(I'd have to say, maybe being more descriptive, adding little mannerisms to characters to make them feel more like a part of the world, little traits or how they sound and idly act. Like for a random example of a character, Sparrow cleans his gun after every use because he considers it as taking care of himself. Just a thought though.)
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.)
(I'll take this into account. thank you)
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
(Just happy I could help, wanna continue the rp?)
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.)
(sure. also any constructive criticism I get is helpful so lmk if you see anything else I could improve on)
Gravedigger laughs as well "where are you from?"
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
(I'll make sure to keep that in mind, as long as you do the same for me. Always looking to improve where I can.)
He taps his foot absentmindedly, more blood pooling on the wooden floors "Far from here, Anor Lando is what my home is called."
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.)
*Do you need a check-up? Here, have an instructional video:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*The more days you're alive, the happier I am,so how about you keep on living my dear husband?*
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.)